The man in the blue anorak

and the man in the red
stand to the right of the door
and survey the scene beyond, 
where a hugh 'plane lands,
its silver-grey haunches gleaming
dully in the early light.
And before the backdrop of hills
and Tensmuir Forest's dark brush,
they huddle
as if intent at some private
secret thing
atop the Science building,
9.58 of a morning.

'Planes grumble and roar
and the small men
by the open door
look and talk -
one gestures, the other nods -
their conversation of words, signs, deeds,
suddenly splits into three -
and a cardigan man
shadows the wall, nods a greeting
then they all bend together
to their secret 
demonstration of co-operation:
workmen on a roof.

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