Jug day II

On the river, in cottage country,
Remote as we are from city comforts
Of traffic, unwanted music
And other complaints
That are amazingly enough
Only a half hour away by boat
and vehicular highway means,
When it rains like this,
By unanimous vote we declare
Jug Day
By which we decree a state
Of helpless indolence
On which laundry sits in heaps,
Dishes remain on countertops,
Grass is uncut, boats are still, at docks,
And cards and board games
Accompanied by booze and late leftovers
Are the order of the day.
I do admit to reading on such occasions
Your Honour,
But for leisure only.
At first there are many glances
Out of windows, but eventually
Even these cease except in the mystical sense
As we all focus on losing ourselves
For the day. Ah, bliss! We become kids,
Forced to it by rain.

— August 27, 2006.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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1 Response to Jug day II

  1. charlie says:

    I wanta live a succession of Jug days, Doug — dissipating, recharging, perhaps just BEING the story or poem for a while, at very least merely reading it, instead of having to take hold of it and get it onto paper.


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