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Off Duty (Part Two)

It’s almost always possible to pick the person in charge
even when looking incongruously out of place
and bedecked with soft toys.
I tell him it’s a really good thing they’re doing
“mate,” he booms,
tone and volume seldom heard in a hospital
“I’m really pleased to be able to do this.”
And then waves an arm around
“it’s not me
its these guys
they raised the money to pay for it,
a year’s work mate –
a year of, sausage sizzles, bar raffles, quiz nights
I’m really proud of them.”

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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.