Behind the Job Interviewers Head
Clear May morning
Blue sky and breeze,
Buildings cut cleanly in the air.
Mirrored towers reflecting
Planes tugging strips of cloud,
Two smoke stacks pluming,
A crane limping cargo into view,
Pigeons rising, falling.
Down the hall
A women in a white blouse
Reaches for files,
A gazelle in the dust filled air .
Her slender fame
Ceasing voices,
Leaving only the
The sound of printers;
Their big warm hearts
Reeling like cicadas.
