This Spring of My Discontent

I'm watching Sharon read.  It's rained all day.
I can't keep still the way she does.  If I don't
Get up, get out, move in some way, I think
I'll explode.  I rise and walk into the kitchen.
There, I rifle several cupboards until I
Encounter something I can use:  a popcorn
Package.  Simply hearing kernels popping
Cheers me, and that's just as well, as I don't
Like to eat the things.  When they are done,
I hatch a plan.  I take the package with me
To the room where Sharon hasn't moved,
And start to pelt her with the kernels.  “What
The hell is wrong with you?,” she asks.
I answer honestly.  “I'm sick of rain, and also
Reading.  I'm completely bored.”

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Written on 2022-04-20 at 21:59

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Another observational masterpiece. So well done.