Night.
And the swirling winds
With their electric clouds and
Driving rain
Spell loss if you’re all in.
The sorry soulfull are drawn
From their homes, take the risk
And we congregate ’till dawn.
We talk about the weather.

Day.
And the sun rises, woken by the songbird
But just sighs
At the thought of yet another shift.
With no knowlege of a storm gone past
The light-life think of work, a safe bet,
And their watches go faster and faster
While they congregate intermitantly ’till dusk.
They talk about the weather.