Sunday, 29 April 2012

12th March 2009

An uncompleted section of a flyover
Offers protection from the pouring rain
For motorcyclists in no hurry
To reach the next destination.
An iron-gray sky promises more rain 
At least for the next hour or so
And the nearest zero-traffic toilet is miles away.
More urgent is needing to return to the office
To finish unfinished business
Eventhough it's after five
As underscored by people heading home
Or the nearest pub
Or who knows where
In tandem with the way the dice rolled for them
In the game of life.
Remind me to have mine tested, 
The next chance I get,
For magnetic hanky-panky.

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