10:25 am & the pizzas are made; it sort of says
my day’s complete - if I was that well organised.
I can only think a couple of hours ahead in truth,
and sometimes it even surprises to remember it
but reality has another name. She never gives a
loose clue what’s the game, other than a cryptic
comment to boot, and usually after an out-of-the
blue phone call - or am I being a bit pernickety
Thus, before ‘events’ rally into view, my beloved
reminds me, her belief’s that too many things on
my mind are distracting; a plus, as her plans are
gems even if recently hatched, minutes-old from
a chance-conversation, - & knowing a la la land
explanation’s understanding will take a week
So in innocence we play along, hearing aides in
place and waiting for the cue to be conveniently
nearby to overhear - if we’ve remembered to be
forewarned; it comes as the currency handy for
bargaining, opting warm surprise as our stance;
regardless what’s eavesdropped perchance…
© 23 July 2015, I. D. Carswell
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