no incentive to mill with the thronging milieu, & yet
a fire percolating sweetly allays fears I’ve not even
stirred; there’s no need to huff and puff or abet any
intransigence sired by holding this day scared, it is
reserved for ‘footy’ you could say - unchastened by
redundant harrumphs and maidenhead jeers yet to
be articulated as its worships’ due currency
in fields of endeavour, teamwork and team bracing
exchanges of fĂȘted vigour, fellowship’s ventures in
contest blessed expressions constraint to arena’s
time & place, rigours of expectancy maintained - it
is, needless to say, a discourse with heaven
day there’ll be an equity of warmth in a TV lounge
where sport takes primacy, & she, confident - less
any conflicting motivation - freed unto creativity of
a kitchen if it conspires as such, or so much more
discretely left unabashed to Netflix commiseration
© 17 May 2014, I. D. Carswell
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