CURFEW 8

DAY 8 – Aug 10 one week gone already in a flash and five short weeks to go the days file past like soldiers neither fast nor slow but at a pace that’s steady almost restful if you’re me no great demands upon my time no kids to school no dogs to walk no deals to close online at seventy plus one I’m not saying that my race is run but temporarily slowing down the clock upticks on opportunity whereupon re-evaluation is the new black jettison the new spice in the rack in this statewide packed Big Brother house friends and neighbours playing cat and mouse playing fair or playing louse the next five weeks will terminally re-set the match there’ll be no going back to scratch so sit back if you can relax resist the primal urge to kick against the pricks or try to push the river shore up these gentle hours of legislated leisure the time will come when you will fond remember now with sweet regret and pleasure.



See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

Also https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

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