Saying nothing was achieved in a day where
skies greyed, then temperatures eased back
to where the winter we’d hopefully left raised
its serpent’s head and spat vituperation; that
paved the way for my brand of insurrection -
a supervisor’s seat in the lounge attending a
fire engaged slo-roasting yesterday’s bounty
of macadamia nuts dutifully gathered for free
leaves - it means at almost season’s end an
incentive for final sweep is all but past, yet it
is an ask to compete with thieves resident in
the groves luxuriating among the trees; they
paused, watched, & derisively greeted me
© 12 August 2014, I. D. Carswell
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