Brambleberry jam

The day though no longer than the last has lasted long enough for any day that lasts as long,

Epsilon
which I thought was a printer and not a Greek Number
had me musing about how confusing things can become,
and thinking the sum of all fears was the same as the sum of the interior angles of a polygon had me thinking again that something was wrong,
I think too much
sometimes doing is the cure, but I’d have to think about that to be sure.

Does it feel like Sunday to you?
cucumber and ham sandwiches for tea
and trifle too,
it feels like Sunday to me,

Memory spread lightly.

we used to have crumpets for supper
toasted on the fire by Papa
and sometimes spread sparingly
with brambleberry jam,

happy days.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.