They lay on a shelf,
not quite obvious,
not quite hidden.
Relics, neither discarded nor wanted
black and white
a ceremony of some sort.
Reckoning guessed mid 1970’s
by hair – length and sideburns.
good-natured and strong. Very strong
difficult not to be impressed,
even if he did like to show it.
Seemed to prefer his own company
and working alone.
Sometimes I was sent to help –
he was always grateful.
He had been the foreman
in the old days,
before amalgamation and “ the new set-up.”
He told me he loved being a worker again,
being free of chasing people up – “herding sheep.”
Cold case : informants pass brief ambiguities –
about new identity,
about false credentials,
but never informing.
Growing up …..
when is time enough ….
to lift myth,
or substitute explanation for magic – calendar or serendipity?
A needed item – “ might be in the old card punch alcove.”
but the photographs are.
Platform raised dignitaries
eyes sunk to the ground
glowering, malevolent, tyrannical,
imagination instinctively adds jackboots and whip : Don.