She stole a march
With the arch of an eyebrow
As starched collars
Some air craft carrier pigeons flirted
Round the dependablity of her desk
For crumbs of imagery
With notes written
Between front lines
And human humour applied
To bears with sore heads
The rolls pause time
And capture full glasses
And dregs
While the beret of history
Prevails
And claws on last legs
Once the patronisation is stripped
With it’s schisms
And attritions
And finally
She holds
Recognition
So we
Capture this
And hold on
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