Shrewd

All day long, it looked like rain. Because of that,
We idled on the deck until it got too late to garden
Or go on a walk. We gave up, fixed two gin and tonics,
Which we took outside to drink. We nursed a sort
Of sheepish guilt for having been so overcautious
Until great fat drops began to tap the canvas
Overhead. The rain soon poured, as if from buckets.
Mud was spattered, branches fell, and things left
Loose were blown away. I mixed up two more gin
And tonics, which we drank inside the house
As we grew smug. How shrewd of us to have
Foreseen the coming of that storm.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-17 at 19:17

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