It seems finding a 5c piece dated 2003 was to be my
masterpiece for the day - and at least I can say there
was nothing dodgy or abject in the deed - I’d walked
our crooked mile to th’ letter box in gathering heat, &
after yesterday’s insane deluge - retrospective peace
and found it empty; needless to say that made a trek
without discoveries exciting an inhibiting drek, or am
I thus needlessly dramatising whatever’s mediocrity
Anyhow - it had happened on the way back lifting th’
lid off a pandora’s simile rescuing those spirits which
veered in flight with ardent intent of departing; in that
instant we re-cemented our convictions - setting this
as the scene we were meant to be in, carrying a coin
of relevance as the key to this new future’s harmony
© 3 October 2017, I. D. Carswell
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