Old Ways/New Ways

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I’m frying things in butter

Oil in cupboard, with the clutter

Bottling rainwater from buckets

Standing guard until it chucks it

Down and how I check the weather

Smell of air and pinch of leather

Pine cone shrinking, mercury rising

Direct sun and cloud apprising

As if I can tell them what to do.

But I write this on my smartphone

Fruit of youth no Celtic bygone

And I check notifications

For my next purification

Crystal Jilly posts on Facebook

Love and joy, kindness and luck

And when the butter burns and smokes

Electric fan extracts while we tell jokes

About politics, science, art

Passions of the head and heart

Those ways, new ways, that show us

What to do.