Thursday, 22 November 2012

236. Office Air

The crisp air from the ceiling vents,
the foreign touch of short carpet
under the soles of my shoes,
the young people in business clothes,
the inexplicable smell of an office

immediately take me from this desert
in the Outback
to the small half-office
I shared with a case of mailboxes
and a never-there intern
for one West Virginia summer.

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