you caught me in-between <br />those things I didn’t start <br />and the few that <br />simply got away <br /> <br />a dozen red ensconced on <br />dining table doesn’t mean <br />commencement of a <br />monumental drunk <br /> <br />it’s rather more intent <br />to read each label carefully <br />before I lay them down to rest <br /> <br />but somewhere in the middle of <br />a sandwich <br />planned for lunch and need <br />to bake tomorrow’s bread <br /> <br />plus espresso machine <br />prepared coffee <br /> – events <br />went off the beam <br /> <br />should explain I do <br />not see these things <br />as jobs to do but mood effects <br />which gladly seize the day <br /> <br />and yes, those are Xmas cards <br />maybe 2 (or 3 or 4) year’s worth – <br />they kept arriving as it were <br />out of the blue... <br />© 8 February 2010, I. D. Carswell<br /><br />Ivan Donn Carswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-between-25/
