It is nineteen-sixty

3, she glanced at me

caught me in her net
I knew that, oh-oh, (!) I

was in trouble… Let

me out she wouldn’t -why?
‘Cause she’s a fisher-lady.
It is two-thousand & nine

and I, me and mine

were walking down Main
when she, at the corner,

without a warning, took

me up, put me in her locker,
that look -!,
’cause she’s a fisher-lady

of urban lore.
It is the end of the line

she folded me in four

stuck me thus stolen
in her back pocket

and, with a tap, she
disappear’d

in the crowd.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Brian DUFFY, ‘Vogue’ 1966