Well hey, great way to begin what seems an ordinary and
unspectacular Saturday; still a few things to do - this time
tomorrow we’ll patiently clock-wait, 3 hours away to lunch
with the gang. It will be an event, last of a kind for a while,
not something to miss lightly. Things cooled in the murky
wake of yesterday’s insane explosions of angst although
sleep was redolent with rumour and intrigue, so yawning
today isn’t seen as ominous or unduly frank
need to bag 2 bins of small avocados, fill the ute with all
the ripe cool-room fruit and gather strength for evening’s
Rugby Championship games; that special lunch is hours
away - two cute little ladies, Georgia & Clementine await
without compromising their munificent smiles
© 14 September 2013, I. D. Carswell
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