(Written 30\7\71, Rev 19\12\71)
Girl slumbers, clothed in sun:
Flyless Venus-Flytrap,
Void of motion, thought or action,
Still-life image,
Lake of oil lays waiting for a flame to come.
Her head, factory of outworn thoughts,
Churns patterns of the past…
(Wr.11\11\72 :)
The day she started at the office,
Fresh, young and apprehensive
Midst the clanging gunfights of typewriter ranks
And the knowing eyes of men.
Her first encounter,
In a stockroom,
At the Christmas party:
Hapless love made through the swirls of drink.
Smiling without care…
© COPYRIGHT PAUL BUTTERS 1997.
(W) 30\7\1971. Revised 19\12\71. Addition made 11\11\72.
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