Nice people, no veiled estrangement in that
effervescent decency – as real as you and I
although they came as buyers might to see
what’s in this lot we’ve offered up for sale;
those twenty years, amazing similarity, it
rained back then as many weeks to make
the spiel a trifle salesman damp
They’re finding what they need before the
gilded tongue of future comes inebriate, a
packaged deal complete with no-wait frills,
they’re of an age to be assured they’ll find
it if they seek – by planting feet in truth to
grow where others lies will always fail
© 9 March 2013, I. D. Carswell
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