You’d call it a bonus of sorts
or the kind of benign frivolity
which compensates without
hidden clauses; yes, there’s
a message here, it says like
you avoided something - not
by shunning what it is, or by
being utterly innocent
its grave were it in one, yet
truth is it’d be yours just as
easily - if you’ll played foot-
loose and fancy free a mite
longer mowing. You know
best you’re just versed in its
worst moods but still tilt the
windmill - what kind of brain
does that; ah, one affected
by allergen you’ll glibly say
© 18 March 2014, I. D. Carswell
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