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Win Win

Her qualifications were almost ideal
suspicion pondered them too good
the perfect applicant is more so
with a trace of imperfection.

A question as to why she wants this job.
The hours are good
the children need her more now
economics dictate she work
but not so much
the present position cannot be altered.

Third to be interviewed and the best
two more follow
she is not displaced.
Paperwork and referee notes are collated
a recommendation is placed on the top desk.

The phone is ringing urgently by return
enquiry as to whether an error has been made.
No. An instruction not to proceed. To take further thought.
This is unusual. Background busyness swells to importance.

Time gathers and rushes to departure
the replacement yet to be chosen
a decision is needed soon, very soon.
An approach, a sigh and heavy pause.

Questions light in manner heavy in authority
about suitability, roles and function
a pen stops mid descent. An answer echoed.
The spotlight of inquisition turns green, to permission.

Persistence always thought itself the victor
standing firm for a department head’s right to appoint staff.
Memory snags and sinks
clothing catching and tearing
response as arbiter
“the second cook never leaves the kitchen.”
A brown face where all others are white
a private hospital
partly healthcare, partly business class. Image.

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Certainty

Early winter mid morning Monday
the city has returned to work
at a beachside cafe
two plump women
talk urgent matters of social inequity.

Clothing precise and contrasting
black pant suit of propriety
bohemian trinketed funk
sobriety’s yin – yang’s empathy.
They speak bureaucracy
with accents of polished faith.

“ A code of conduct must be written
incorporating tolerance for the associative behaviours
of educational and social underachievement.”

The streetwise one yearns, “ to implement the process
the spirit of funding is incorrect.”
The other concurs congruently
“direct subsidy is needed
the opportunity will be lost
if only….”

The cheerful insistence of a smart phone interrupts.
“Yes … good … I was hoping to touch base
the documentation is complete …. just waiting sign off.”
All is well
they adjourn to espresso and cheesecake
and sigh at the untidiness of the world.

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Training

The map on each school room wall was proudly red
“The British Empire,” glowed teachers.
A former colony looked up to England
figuratively and geographically.
God save the Queen. Royal tours
Vice Regals with ostrich plume headdress.

Declared a prime minister declaring war
“where Britain goes we go.”
We did. Transport a roll call of British engineering
Our cars Austin, Morris, Riley, Vauxhall
Bedford trucks. Leyland buses
diecast replicas
coveted boy presents
runners up in desire only to Hornby train sets.

Hornby train sets.
virtual landscape of the English countryside
packaged with track, engine, tender, wagons
Micro verisimilitude – run like clockwork – macro envy.

Every year
aged six
aged seven
aged eight
aged nine
when asked birthday wish
a train set. Hornby of course.

My mother laughed
“no you don’t.”
At 10 the same question
a new answer. “You’re too old for that now.”
“Now.” Qualification has expired.

Throwaway line as lie
“no you don’t ”
more loving than truth.
There wasn’t enough money for a train set.