Columns

Like your secretly Methodist mother
Says to justify the big spend,
“Oh but it will go with anything,
And look so good on a
Special weekend.”

To refresh after devouring
The Colonel’s choice
Or as a celebratory gesture 
To welcome some Wisterian’s
Impending divorce.

The quiet congratulations,
A post coital victory dance;
Or something to do with your hands
When the flag flies
At half mast.

To avoid talking to some 
Pestering weevil
Nip out and wink, 
While coughing and spluttering 
Up their glorious cancerous evil.

Under sun or moon, at dawn and dusk
Take your tea on the back step and watch
Wisps, puffs, spirals, rings ascend.
And thank God that you are blessed
To have sent a little extra cushioning
To the place where we all must rest.

Dan Luoni.