Night Lights

For Jo & Glen

Shades,
I need,
This short-lifted
Mission:
Escape from
Winter’s
Cold derision:

Flickered
Flight-lights,
In darkened sky,
Remind me that,
We’re not designed
To fly.

Glen and Jo,
Perfection,
As all those coupled,
Ensure my landing
Is flat,
Untroubled.

Taxi, terminal-ease,
Through Ashdown Forest,
We return to Uckfield,
Sun-loved,
Refurnished.

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Saturday Shopping

Saturday-shopping
I dreaded when young,
Dragged, another lashing
Off mother’s tongue!

Then into my teens,
And shopping alone,
Woking by bus,
Woolies, Smiths,
(slow route home).

I always bought enough
Note books to be,
Responsible for one
Rain forest tree.

Back then, in web-less
Nineteen eighty-five,
The Amazon, green,
Was hugely alive:

But ‘Amazon’ now
Is a rack of shelves:
Redundancy due
for Santa’s elves.

A Black Friday,
discounted, marathon;
Queue up now,
Cheaper trees @Amazon.