There’s a particular familiarity to our unknown
pieces, a quiet industry to our bold young
bones. Take the strange and silent man
over there in the corner. His song is at
the cleaner’s, but you can take his
smile six miles to the post office,
and then dance on your desk.
Miz Q gave us a starting point, an interesting photograph title. I used it as a Golden Shovel (if you read down the last word of each line, you’ll see the title.)