(first peer at a dull morning).
My nose warily parts the curtains,
it's a stubborn,
can't be bothered day,
a timorous dishevelled morning
has been summarily elected,
poked in the back by the sharp stick
of the bullying afternoon
and left to wobble nervously
on the indecisive plank of dawn.
© Graham Sherwood 09/2015
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