Morning glory

Morning Story

john clare

not even the first morning glory

of the season opening beside

the Sopchoppy steeple could

appease me...no

this cometh not out but by

mowing and Vivaldi 

thinking of the sixty 

degree Alaskan scenery

a brother chose to go without

even asking me...no

so in the ninety degree 

pushing to Vivaldi 

I hit a post in anger

and wasps arose madly

about the time a yellow

sulphur was passing 

stinging him instead of me

perhaps sacrificing himself

knowing for him his

Vivaldi season had come

to an end

never seeing that Alaskan

scenery....no

and it grieved me

to be mowing so selfishly

thinking only of my misery

so i came inside

poured a glass of tea

and determined as the worm

ate the gourd in the sun

that today....today

i would take mamma

and go hear her boyfriend...Larry 

lecture on Ecclesiastes

that way mamma and me

would have company in the misery

far, far from the

Alaskan scenery.