Here, in fenceless New Zealand
Sunday’s are for mowing lawns, long
walks to the cafe for breakfast, brunch,
where tea-strainers have been replaced
by espresso machines and coffee judged
by its topographical traceability.
Retirees talk about climate change
like it’s a memo on the fridge door.
About e-books, they say things like:
you’ve got to think about the pollution
and you don’t even need to turn on the light.