While it may seem like a grand idea, in reality you
gain very little out here - the sun shrieks out of its
azure blue like an omnipotent despot used to this
style of rule, and I need to adjust th’ scheme of a
few things just to be able to see my PC screen; if
my Willy Wagtail cobber’s right, and he’d know a
heap more’n me, I’ll still need sunnies, plus a hat
& warm clothes t’ combat this intent-on-driving-
me-back-inside chilling breeze; - well, if it gets to
that stage any benefit’s ambushed by discomfort
outweighing the pastoral novelty - but we’ll see; I
appreciate a distraction plays the benign game in
pursuit of its own invisible ends, & in th’ way only
it decides, so really, I’m nolo contendere anyway
© 31 May 2018, I. D. Carswell
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