Stepping into the last slot reserved for finishing
a project elates even the disdainful - those who
we’d never expected, this far down the track, t’
see - if we could’ve believed they’d last so long
huge weight would’ve been ameliorated back a
ways, and agonies paled into trivial tribulations;
but we’re there now anyway and waiting has an
entirely different flavour - even celebratory …
So we’ll play th’ dilettante’s game of seeing our
distant relatives expressing gee whiz epithets in
concert with concessions conniving there might
be something in this, and they could benefit, so
when are we coming to visit & the wine’s on me
as if it’ll rub off something of an amazing vibe
© 21 June 2017, I. D. Carswell
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