Poem: The Truth About Road Cones

I’m out there doing my work, photographing road cones.

No one has recognised it as work, no one is paying me.

But I’m not a quitter, so I keep on turning up.

There’s something very calming about performing a task

that no one requires. The pressure is off, in some senses.

But I’ll never stage a photograph, won’t touch a cone,

will not move anything or manipula…