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Career Consultant

Optimism was the victim of a hit-and-run
spending four weeks in critical care
returning home
to resume life as before.

Resolve pulled itself together
remembering life before the fall
the awkward reconciliation
the unshaked deal.

What lies between nod and wink?

     1)  The range bracketed by definitely and probably?
     2)  Silence swapped for a wad of notes?
     3)  A prearranged time when vigilance is not?

A poker debt pledge – quits and double
if protests are withdrawn
and
a valedictory foyer exit
attention might forget the unlocked back door
or open window.

The job is menial
temporary
the owner well-known and respected
his reference will strengthen confirmation
the waiting room – but I have priority. Nod and wink.

This was the one – I was sure of it.
payback and payoff.
The interview went well
questions to strengths – they are playing the game.
Next morning
have they called? “ No.”

Possibly it is still too early.
each time he appears
the same question
the same answer.
Three days later – “I’ll tell you if they call.”

Eight days later
he asks if optimism still is – “ they could be….”
No. He said. It’s too late.
He turned away and then back
speaking in a new – slow – only for this voice
“you might want to think about a new career.”

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Fairytale

1960s New Zealand – plump and complacent
independent in name
colonial by inclination
public holidays for visits by the sovereign
‘God Save the Queen’ played before any occasion
and performance – stage or celluloid.

The provinces reflected the cities
the cities mirrored the provinces
Placid, judgemental rhythms of certainty
trivia the conversation staple
the awkward avoided
or spoken in code – if not able to be.

In July of last year of the decade
Apollo 11
Neil Armstrong and one giant leap
satellite television yet to beam on lonely islands
live
on the radio
audio streaming I suppose.

It was the story of the year
and displaced one more sensational
heard immediately before
the thundering echo of Cape Canaveral.

A loose collective of cyclists
yet to know double-digits by age
pedalled to school
swapping stories of weekend sport
and weekday television.

One morning a tale incredible and unlikely
one of our number has seen his parents
“kissing…..in the nude.”

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Brotherhood

Ben, Pete, Ted, Brian
the boss was Jack
men
with men’s names – doing men’s work
printers
when printing was hot and dirty.
They called me son or boy
at 16 I could have been – and was.

Salty
their conversation peppered with blue anecdotes
and black words
they loved to make me blush
easily done at that age
but kind to the schoolboy working in his holidays
and Nobby
the fifth man they called him.
Nobby. Distracted and distant – not as productive
they carried him I now know.

On the third Monday Nobby is absent
“ hasn’t happened for a while,” said one
nothing further is added.
Tuesday’s absence draws dilute surprise
Wednesday! – never before apparently
at lunchtime Jack went to Nobby’s house
and found him. Dead. Drunk.