Another Saturday suspended in th' greyness of
an un-cabalistically climatic event, it seems like
The Great Bight wants to play with our weather;
while its ok in Summer and we’ll usually benefit
this, for Heaven’s sakes, is th' last day of June,
and we don’t need any more dreariness off the
Indian Ocean to remind us we’re in a Continent
where even Winter takes some getting used to
But we did get some rain, a drizzly tad, tho hey,
just what we needed to lead us into the halfway
there feeling; & that elevates us into Spring with
a beginning of that munificence explaining how
and why we’re here rather than down the track
where City folk propagate all those weird ideas
© 30 June 2018, I. D. Carswell
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