Clothesline In The Rain

On the first day we ran th’ gauntlet easily, 

never seemed anything but a spree; we’d 

have enjoyed just being together anyway; 

and although it wasn’t metaphorically the 

cat and the cream - she doesn't see it as 

an allegory either - so if buying the damn 

phone made sense it’s only from an idea 

it’d already grown wings & flown th’ coup 

It’s possibly rebooting somewhere; again 

its reality’s-other-side and I too, would be

in it if th’ rain hadn’t made inroads where 

hearing aids squeal warnings something 

lurks in the eaves - and that’s a long and  

damp walk to where we get reception 

So we wakeup with a new mobile phone 

still waiting a call or use for the real thing; 

and as they say, that is a postponement, 

just like delayed rebirth, until once again, 

advent of discovering what we’ve really

pegged on the clothesline in this rain 

© 16 July 2016, I. D. Carswell