Sat in the office, sandwiches for lunch
Also, unripe banana, all washed down
With water or tea. See everyone hunch
Behind computer screens, munching their brown
Bread. They might as well be dead. Then the sound
Of a nose blown, or even a loud sneeze,
A germ wave flows through open plan surround.
Some frown, some look pleased. No boss today: he’s
Got the day off. A sunny cloudless freeze
With biting wind. When it comes to the crunch
I’m better off here than walking round town
Shivering, spending, eating; none of these
Would help. But while at my desk a whole bunch
Of reading done, poems written. Clock hands spin round.
Tue 20 Mar 2007
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