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Dating Agency

Posted on by tq1695

Something tried to remember –
on arrival,
….. and again with payment.
An echo still travelling, yet to return.
A hand gave change and receipt
and swept a rote, punctuated arc … “kitchen, showers, lounge, laundry.”

Laundry??
Laundry!!…. This was the place.
Concrete block endemic of camping ground utilities
3 washing machines, two dryers, one tub
4 metres times 3 metres
4 paces by 3 paces.
Imagination
reconstruction
vicarious …. I must have walked over the very spot.

Annie said :
love decided when it would appear,
made its own rules,
but attention should be mindful,
take her sister as an example –
a young woman on holiday – hitch hiking
a world woken to in tent and sleeping bag ….
shower, eat, pack, stand on roadside …
new destination –
unpack, eat, shower.
Now and then – one from the road,
letter writing and clothes washing.

Clothes –
cleaned
pegged, dried, folded.
Powder? It must be in the laundry …
a man is putting it into his bag.
“HEY,”
what began as a reprimand, ended in marriage.

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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.