Eva Jackson: 0058

Got Moves

Our garage door was left unlatched.
We parked on kerb, we parked on patch
Of grass. Once.
You watched all this with great attent
Then tried to put a dent
In our happies. Long and short of it,
You spoke up at the body corporate –

Whence such gusts of censure come –
That all of us have been struck dumb,
Like a special move by a Pokemon.

You think we will not well survive this season:
That one could find us, summer, wrinkled raisins.
But that is unreason. Expect the unexpected

-- Pikachu.