Freelancers

Mike Bell/ August 3, 2017/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

We lay spooned,
upstairs, under the duvet
for half an afternoon,
as Ian Macmillan
ran to time
on Radio Four:

The lowered summer sky
dumped an excuse,
an inch in an hour,
and other weather news,
giving us
a lame excuse.