sort of day
2 september 2018

not muchof a day out there,
rain clouds coming in
low, insistent truckies
dumping their loads down
the wind just where
you don’t want it,
the air damp
to the bone,
though you would have
thought it good enough,
a decent ‘breeze’ to sail in
tacking back and forth
across the chop of estuary
churning, or out in the garage
with tea and gingernuts
ferried out to you,
getting on with something
long put off,
later a strum on the mandolin,
guitar lifted carefully out
of its latched case,
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