Most Blessed Moment [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Easily blown off by any wind my light straw hat
needs a mauve scarf tied around the top; it goes
with my mauve iPod, mauve transparent bag to
carry my library card. Staring at my document is
useless, boredom ensues, the moment is not
auspicious for doing anything

Temperatures soar, the office is now a furnace,
whatever I say or do boomerangs, narcolepsy
is setting in, the only help would be laughter to
relax taut muscles; boil the kettle before falling
asleep, visit inmates in this sizzling building to
see how they are bearing up,

Please send me help, anything to break tedium
and enable me to make progress, translate lines
breaking over me like so many waves on the sea
which is a full six hundred kilometers away and I
must wait for the afternoon before diving into the
ice-cold pool, the most blessed moment of my

Fiery day

19 September 2013