Silverware and Crow’s Feet
¶ 1
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Managers go. Migrate with phantoms
of the present on staircases in frames.
Who stops on the turn and sees the lifting?
Silverware and crow’s feet.
¶ 2
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People come and go. Hotel rooms,
breakfast, silence in the lift.
Just standing. Black and white pictures,
complicated meanings. We stood
¶ 3
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and looked, tried to prise a story
from the image, but couldn’t stand
for long enough to be the true eccentric.
Too self-conscious to go to ground
¶ 4
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and lie on that great underlay
while guests pass, up and down,
and we watch. Just biographer-
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Clough on paper, Shankly writing
with kindness to strangers. Truth
and fiction in the pictures.
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