I read this twice, and hope you will visit Laurie’s blog and read it twice as well, and comment
Mr Knowles and Maria Lanyard
Mr Knowles, Head of Policy and Division,
Can’t understand, why people refuse
To follow the format, in a document, to the end.
He watches Maria Lanyard leave the room.
He wishes every employee saw the real.
He doesn’t see Maria Lanyard, just the flesh.
Maria, if you looked carefully,
As she approaches the lift, is more than
One Maria, prismatic Marias ghost the room.
Eating her toasted sandwich in the park,
She wonders whether tired seagulls
Sleep on the wing, or cradle, nearby waves.
Maria is aware her name, Lanyard,
French for noose, a nautical origin,
Sailors used to tie knives and whistles
Round the neck. Maria can’t control
Her mind, the way a document suggests,
She sees more meaning in a typo; resists.
From her bench among the seagulls, Maria
Sees a young man dressed in jeans;
He waits at the traffic…
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