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Down Payment

He had been born Harold
liked by some
admired and respected by many
most called him Harry
those who disliked him … other names.
He was rather proud of some
“ it’s a free world –
and I call people bad names, so if it’s ok for me …”.

He’d arrived in the country three decades earlier with nothing –
a builder’s labourer.
Now he owned a construction company
multi-storey building,

I never quite figured out my job.
There was always work,
things to do – busy
but it didn’t seem to be …. a job.

It isn’t said my boss,
but Harry says this country’s been good to him
needs graduates,
and students need holiday work,
so every summer he employs half dozen or so.
He added
it’s his company – no shareholders or partners, just him
his profits
so actually,
he’s paying from his own pocket.



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.