Robert Verdon, #285, Sitting Comfortably

I think best when the temperature is just right

running up a chimney like a spider up a spout the draft curls

round itself in a flurry of browned greyed blackened paper the

old couple in the hut below are toasting marshmallows for the

child who has wandered into the woods and found them, the

juddering pine boughs bend closer to hear as the old folks

toast and sing

or so the story in the e-book runs as I glance over the glittering city

from the 25^th floor, plotting a coup in a distant clime complete

with forest-penetrating drones, no problems with Ho Chi Minh

Trails these days, and the aircon is perfect

I sip my bourbon and exhale luxuriantly