Why I don't like the supermarket -
In the village shop tonight:
The greengrocer ('I only deal in cash')
who leaves home at 3am every day
for the London markets,
The lady vicar, as round as she is tall
jewish-american academic
in tweed skirt, striped socks
and walking boots,
Romany-Richard, black, beetling brows fierce, who
'doesn't agree' - with anything as far
as I can tell...
And me, tired from a day's work,
trying to negotiate the conversation
and buy my apples
We discuss the pope
before parting
cheerfully
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