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Research was different now he admonished
the past of my fleeting career
and long toned lean.
Outcomes were what counted. And could be counted.

Funding these days competitive and mercenary
publication was authentication and verification.
The paper shufflers wanted to see papers
not so much one’s name in lights, as ink.

Publish or perish the mantra of the modern researcher.
Market forces controlled, grants, tenure, promotion and redundancy
keyboards untouched for several years
were tapping out innovation, hounding editors.

One paper in a recent periodical truly elegant
the predicted and observed matched exactly – precisely.
The data absolutely compliant to the command of hypothesis
distraction springs to attention. Suddenly respectful. Wanting to know.

A highly original piece of research
examined the distribution of light in an orchard.
Proximity of windbreak trees reduced light
increased shadow.
Two outcomes for one funding. Cost effective.

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.

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