I often think of my desk 
amongst the other desks,
scattered post it notes 
archaic to-do lists,
stacked coffee cups
filled with chewed pens,
the potted cactus
and little hula girl 
swaying side to side
In the light of the window,
sky greying towards autumn,
and the occasional passing
pigeon wondering
where we all are.

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