BISCUITS

Rain darkens the door

Again. But it is only 

March, you say. Sure,

it is always March somewhere.

Somewhere, surely, it is March when

Accounts are settled, plans made

before you skive off for some fresh juice

and check your phone again. Bad idea:

WhatsApp messages from last summer 

when the world almost declared ceasefire

at long last, and promised to deal

En flores.

Turn up, turn up again and again.

And it just might happen again.

It might not, of course, but it might!

Discipline, love, a search for something…

…she might turn up as well. 

You know better, of course, but you never know...

...reassuring words are 

a Professional Requirement.

Enjoy your biscuits for now.