It was a liquid mist this morning, and still there
at 8 am - there’s little incentive to rampage out
into this grey expanse, it conceals nowhere as
an event well meant but could be anywhere; &
hardly any imagination lent figments of hidden
characters lurking in chilled air, awaiting those
fey moments to appropriately materialise in an
outcry of servile circumstance, & terrorise
So we stay in bed and read; better yet the two
pictures taken to capture th’ scene are already
documented, there’s an almost bas-relief view
to keep the record straight and complimentary
to why we don’t feel a need to be up & at ‘em
on this cool and foggy old Thursday
© 18 August 2016, I. D. Carswell
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