and it is this that interests them more, that captivates their attention for a collection of seconds instead of contractions,
an adverb insertion. Outside it is a stop-start matter, from a deluge of white wisps to a sputtering shower,
and yet their eyes swivel to the window for a moment, then another, as if this is more critical than how to spell beautiful.
Written: February 2018. Explanation: A poem written in my own time - feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.