Several hours later those oaths still linger - more
echos than awkward oration, and, as throwaway
epithets meant t’ defend, less astringent than an
idiomatic insult rephrased intentionally; altho if it
really wasn’t meant, why the theatrical delivery?
Well we’ll get t' that sometime down th’ track I’d
guess, nought pays better dividends than letting
ashes cool in th’ sand; what it all might mean in
a week beats pondering epiphany’s we’ve yet to
create in the un-colluded space kept for peace
So there’s an educated truce at rest in that quiet
place recognised best ego-repairs negotiation &
we’ve agreed only needing a tertiary silence; but,
hey, the mosquitoes believe they are free t' buzz
whatever attracts their ‘easy feast’ notation - so
While you’re away I’m copping the hidings from
feral beasts who usually leave you alone until th’
need for an exotic dessert indomitably appears;
come t’ think o’ it - they’re treasuring you in that
sphere which I, too, unconditionally revere
Thus apologies are due and freely given; already
forgotten what th’ barney was about, as if I ever
knew, and moss you’re likened to by a song lark
who’ll sing your praises from th’ tree breathes a
fragrance of your presence - impregnably
© 15 March 2018, I. D. Carswell
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