Order of Things
Edge of the known world
there’s a roped-off doorway
leading to the Centre for the Study
of Surrealism and its Legacy. Locked door-
I can go no further. Peering through the glass
my imagined sister Hazel slides this poem
through the letter box: the whole shebang
drops into focus as a metaphor
for the ideal museum.
Badgers are moving the goalposts.