Back the Back

I’m babying my neck and back today
(though babies don’t ingest an oval pill).
We’re relatively late to bus away
from Sydney’s pierage – 10 a.m. until
mid-afternoon, when we may start to sway.
They warn a storm will blow and maybe spill
some Nova Scotian rain upon the deck,
for which I’ll have prepared my back and neck.

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