the sodden clag of fields
spills surface water
along leafless lanes
lying at arm’s length
up tarmac drives,
the bon viveurs of capital
hidden in shrubbery
mock-antique pubs
just a stone’s throw
in one’s mock-jeep,
fully equipped with bull bars,
and a carrier
for one’s spare tyre
tax deductable,
those personalised plates
numbering identity,
or lack of it
cosy. a nice little earner
vii.2000
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