Ian Harrow

In Other Eyes

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Someone to trust with parcels, because

he’s ‘always in’; the character

who locks the gate at night and lingers

to make that one-too-many joke;

who isn’t sure sometimes what has

issued from the opening of his mouth;

whose wet shoe lets out a squeal

as he fills the kettle with a rising note;

one of those lonely bigots, perhaps —

remnant of a lost or withered

habitat — part of the daylight

burial of the living old.