Grimbeau

Midday…

Morseless rain all morning,

Steady persistent, ruthless, insistent,

Yet sometimes relenting

snide off-pisser.

So…

We Diggers curse this argent,

quick drip liquid,

call it a gluttonous mire hawker

(and sometimes worse)

Then…

Plangent noon sun stops play.

An early lunch and cribbage

Approaches from the West.

As Buddha flies over the cuckoo’s nest.