The boss
won’t
mind
and hopefully
won’t
even
see
that
I look out
the window
and
sometimes
write
a poem
or two
right here
at
this
desk
Looks like I’m working!
What
am
I to
do
when
the bird
or
birds
scamper
by
outside?
Even
an occasional
squirrel
Well
you certainly can’t expect me to answer the phones, sort papers, seal envelopes and do book keeping
with
those
kinds
of
distractions!
“Oh, what?
I did?
Sorry,
was
just thinking
thinking…
outloud!”
Note to self:
Do not
give
yourself
away
Put the poems
in
a
confidential
folder
Act nonchalant
even
if
the birds
and
the
squirrel
start
dancing
Just pretend
it
is
all
perfectly
normal
Every one else does
Every one
is just
a poet
with a desk job
Every one!