Today, at Waitrose, I thought that I'd passed on.
The broad aisles gleamed, the punters in a daze
drifted, eyes glazed, about their retail maze.
The chillers chanted mantras OM & OM &
At dusk I sip my 'Best Shiraz', eat cheese
and fruit, savour my new Amazon books
Oh? Gaia's heading for disaster bees
bumble in the catmint. On Cat's Hill rooks
murmur like bored football fans
a sudden gust
shakes trees, a dog yelps, sheep bleat, somewhere
a child shrieks. The rooks caw like a goal's been missed.
The World Cup's on: I hear somebody swear.
I drowse, then wake. Moths flitter, the moon's bright:
I raise my glass and toast the Earth, Good Night.
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