Melba toast

Horrid Peace, how are you? Back again, 

back and ready as ever

back for good.

I sit outside on the roof most days and look over the trees,

planes curl away from the house; drawn by some huge magnet

Peace on all things,

weighing on all things and all's mind -

in the evenings I find myself in the kitchen;

Eat three strawberries, go to bed

Tomorrow: 

Mopping up sodden remnants of half digested cat food

and sleeping through the football.

Curtain harasses old blue-eyes, pink-nose,

Wind laughs in the background,

The cat sits up and they both leave the room.

Soaking Jurassic tree in the garden,

I hose it entirely,

Green leaves darken and glint

Oven sun presses his face against them,

'Remember, nothing lasts for ever.'

Gas-cloud sun poisons leaves' day,

but I enjoy it

Then climb the stairs with Melba toast,

three or four strawberries

and a tomato to eat like an apple