a spaceship, with
hidden lighting in
the curved
corridor
where I pushed a
wooden trolley
along plush carpet;
the old Industry
House
in Barton, since
flattened because of
asbestos,
where I first learnt
the word ‛collate’
and thought they’d
made it up
and got relief from
boredom
as I travelled to
the top floor
as the lift was in a
clear glass shaft
through which the
sun glinted
like an earring
learning too that
‛work’ was far from
‛industry’
that feeling of enervation at work when you're young and trapped in such buildings....and the earring! This is a gem.
ReplyDeletethanks Efi. :)
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