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Thursday 21 February 2008
CHANGES
Where I used to dander
past dinosaurs
is now a jangle-jungle of
rigid vines
- yellow rusting scaffolding,
reaching up to the roof,
readied for a swinging
monkey party.
Gone are the days
when the gallery floor
caught the tears
shed by the roof
as it drip stop dripped
into black
plastic buckets
strategically placed
by gallery staff
wearing boots
with special non-slip soles.
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