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Late Friday afternoon
the wedding tomorrow
a busy day for Kate mother of the groom.
to do list
all ticked
except the photographer.
Deposit paid, time confirmed
at home in the morning
pictures of the family – before five becomes six.

Transaction completed
relief catalyses cheerful banter
and false promise
“they can do it all themselves next time”

She stepped out of the shop
over the pavement
onto the street
into the traffic … and eternity.

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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.