Since the
blue scarf was left at work
I wore my
pink scarf this morning, in
the
office I draped it around the blue
one,
suddenly my coat rack scene is
bathed in
the setting sun’s pink after-
glow – a
sunset scene on the beach
emphasising
the pink of my imitation
orchids
and roses, the contents of my
cupboard
is slowly transferred to the
office,
tonight I shall take the scarves
home,
create a new scene tomorrow,
at least
the white scarf with glitter still
is around
my neck below my black
sleeveless
camp top for the great out-
doors
which I dream about while sitting
here in
the hushed quiet of the open-
plan
office where official complaints
about
substandard IT services offered
break
the tedium of a sad lament on
my desk
by someone classified as a
schizophrenic
– without his consent!
he adds,
aggrieved, demanding the
prosecution
of this offending doctor
threatening
to write to the Minister
of Safety
and Security – Oh MY!
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