If Sunday barbecues could get any better - let me
know so I can compare which heavenly company
of delightful young ladies ‘improves’ beyond their
congenial perfection in social engagement; okay,
so the Westerlies were cold & blustery - altho the
rain had ceased perchance before washing all its
plausible benefits away, and these we compared
in millimetres of its good we had shared - so,
In the event, there was melody of keen reflection;
yes, we don’t see each other all that regularly but
refined five year old ladies don’t let it regress into
untethered bonds of affection - sensing as a truth
too sustained to let idle; their interrogation’s thus
the bridle within a rapport they’d so carefully laid
© 6 Jun 2016, I. D. Carswell
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