Sparkling ice cold was once followed
By sparkling and wind blown wishes of
Spring and new growth.
Seasons cold preceded warm
As copulation precedes birth.
Now cold air blows whilst hot fires rage
And waves pound hitherto solid sand
Not designed for such a world.
But still every V8 ego pounds its way
Across shimmering tarmac car park
Beside every conglomerate outlet
That lets us live with penultimate convenience.