Autumn service

Yes
the wind’s still blowing
the bells are ringing
there’s a children’s choir
on the radio singing,
it must be Sunday.

The Lord’s day of rest
well
he doesn’t have to do
his best to tidy up
move the empty cans
and wash the coffee cup
sweep the floor
or
iron the shirts,
dirt’s where you look
and if you look hard enough
you’ll find it.

I’m going fishin’.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.