A dire, dastardly, darned awful day.
Six hours no electricity, no power,
and no one knows why
so all I can say is,
It should’ve been a dire, dastardly,
darned awful day.
No oven, ’cause there’s no power
no bread, no dough, no way,
not even sourdough to bake
into boules so into the garden
I go sitting in my rose alcove
with a coffee and a book that I love.
I read for a bit, and then just sit,
admiring the daisies on this warm
summer day. I’m happy, so lazy
even the dandelions seem bright
and gay. Quite right, a weed
yes they are, whose seeds
spread like an itch on a rash,
but I reckon if that dandelion
bloomed on the moon, a crazy
thought I know, but I think it
would be just as treasured
as my lovely white daisies.
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