Wednesday 8 January 2014

A poem a day - no. 8


The hiss of traffic on slick streets below me
The wheeze of the sign as it swings to and fro
The rapid tap tap of fingers on keyboard 
The shrill shrill shrill of a near by phone
Behind a closed door a rumble of laughter
A murmur of voices gather for gossip
The glug glug glug of the water cooler
And again the Squelch squelch of that managers shoes. 

My colleague stops typing and turns to face me
"It's quiet" she says "in the office today."   

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