You can call it magnificence - something great which
is fitting or seemly to the circumstance, but to me it’s
a raw chill from the opened door; yes - there’s some
expression grandiloquence; flinging open shutters &
greeting the day enthusiastically, and, all the while a
reflectively bed-reclining figure dining on toasted rye
bread liberally breakfast-avocado ‘buttered’ - winces
at a bravo encore he didn’t call for or imagine to be
somewhere in th’ circumstance’s breadth of reason;
hollering, hey - I’m happy to see it thru the windows
won’t be serendipitously greeted - or the more likely
rejoinder - your second cup of coffee’s probably too
cold to enjoy nicely, so why not get up and help me
hang out the washing before you turn into ice
© 26 September 2016, I. D. Carswell
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