Office Poetry from a Time Before Covid
Back before Covid, when I had an office to go to, and when we were still attending conferences for work, I would often be inspired by things that I encountered on a daily basis. Here are a few poems from another era, before social distancing, before full-time remote work, before Zoom meetings were the norm, before we pined for those mundane interactions that would so often annoy us at the time. --Friday, March 9, 2018 2:10:40 AM, A restaurant on Fremont Street in Las Vegas-- She sat alone at the bar wearing her leather, Buffalo nickel hat, reading a book The sounds of the Vegas nightlife washing over her, leaving no residue In a setting of constant motion and commotion she was the calm center of my attention Chestnut hair, skin so fair, casual style, without a care An anachronism to the modern crowd and to the tawdry spectacle everywhere you looked It was too irresistible to keep from dropping a rock into her calm waters And seeing which way the ripples played I could h