Its been quite cooler recently - well cold enough
to make extra layers seem they’re a proper part
of the early-morning atmosphere; when it’s said
‘cold toes’ prejudice prospects of feeling there’s
comfort a-bed & I wouldn’t disagree, so rising to
a freezing bathroom pragmatically suggests the
early shower can be delayed later - until need’s
identified - be it Saturday through Wednesday
Indeed, it wasn’t calculated deference to water-
saving strategies - we don’t have a town supply
to get by on - & water-wasting earns no graces
out here where the creeks are winter-dry; tho’ I
won’t use that excuse - I hadn’t raised a sweat
in a week - still yet to get hot & bothered, okay
And there is the irony; it may just be my super-
dry deodorant astronomically suppresses hints
there’s something on the wind - or perhaps the
changed lifestyle thus wins applause this way;
all I can say is I’m freed by Mother’s edict of a
bath a week’s considered the minimum need
© 25 May 2016, I. D. Carswell
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