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Exit

Hemingway defined style as grace under pressure
remaining cool,
or at least never showing heat.
They fell out over a woman,
in Antarctica, in winter, so not many of them –
a triangle of sorts : one woman two men
one a senior manager, the other much less
alternated for a while until she chose –
junior.
The manager less than pleased, not used to demotion
or not having his way
dealt with it the old-fashioned way – with his fists
punchdrunk or drunk punch it made no difference
– dismissal.
A company pickup came with the job
he used it to drive to the airfield,
boarding the flight and leaving the keys in the truck.

Author:

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.