The Detectives
She slowly chewed and watched, her ear buds firmly seated
They went about as if critiquing her work, writing things down
And she smiled as one bent down to view something of interest
Sun shone on the wetness of what nature left behind, so professional
Onlookers gathered, not knowing what was going on but experts all the same
And indeed this was the epilogue, the applause, the objective
The excitement in her was controlled, too controlled some would say
But she liked that as one gloved hand rose to adjust the ear bud
She turned up the music, feeling the warm steel below her coat
And her head nodded to Elvis Costello,
“And she was watching the detectives”
Anthracite 
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