ROUTINE CHECK Every so often he emptied a pocketful of nothing much -- penknife, tobacco, pipe, stale mints, coppers, matches, thumbtacks, twine, onto the table, sullen, separate, then turned the lining inside out, shook hidden dust, hayseed; refilled, the smells regrouped as bits of him nestled back into the hammock of his coat. -- Betty Cleary, writer, "Extended Wings 5," an anthology of poetry, Rathmines Writers, Swan Press, Dublin.