I am walking  

down 4th avenue 

with a jar of sun 

dried tomatoes 

and a red mesh 

bag of nectarines 

so that I may have 

an omelet and 

fruit for dinner. 

It will soon smell 

like wet pavement 

and I think of 

Wendy Cope,  

and how on  

this Friday evening 

I am glad to  

take up a slice  

of space on this  

Orange earth.