poetry by j matthew waters

Uncle Albert (Reprise)

I’m beginning to feel this pain
shooting across my left hand knuckles
telling me an early autumn storm
is fast approaching

Alone in my flat I speak out loud
saying I believe it’s going to rain
but when turning on the telly
weather man tells me fat chance

It’s been years since they all left me
taking nearly everything except
kettle on the boil

of course I was right about the rain
and that’s just fine with me

by the time soaker reaches full steam
my pain is already subsiding
relieved mainly by a cup of tea
and butter pie

september two thousand seventeen
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2 thoughts on “Uncle Albert (Reprise)

  1. Somehow I feel that Uncle Albert have found a way of coping with a telly and a kettle.

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