I am supposedly awaiting the 73% guaranteed
weather change; okay, I’ll back-to-front my cap,
its the same as saying we’re sort of sceptical &
will believe it if & when we see, or better, feel a
difference out there, something you could hang
your hat on so to speak; but there’s nothing yet
that gets a cynical appraisal so l’m in quandary
for the washing I wisely hung out an hour ago
Its a pickle as comfortable as any swift dash to
the rotary clothesline - but it fails to honourably
amend legendary failures I’m meant atone for -
and there were a few but I’m seeing nothing on
an obliging radar weather screen to suggest its
that kind of vagrant westerly - at least not yet
© 25 August 2015, I. D. Carswell
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