Three middling surrogates
Arrive with who?
The residents of a church down there
Where lovely new excavations are staged
And where people like James have lots to answer for
The daughter irritates
Like citrus and paper cut
Like futures and jazz stations
But her freshness is
Perfectly proportioned
She shivers, her father
Points to the kerb
He is introducing her
To an old way of life, security
And false deadlines