the day shift

i spent most

of my

office hours talking to the secretary

up front,

or at the coffee counter,

or water cooler

discussing plans

for happy hour.

occasionally

you could find me

in my cubicle

staring hypnotically out

the window

at the parking lot,

wondering

why none of the windows

open to get

some clean air in here.

sometimes i'd lean

back in my chair

and close my eyes, but

listening for

the sound of shoes

approaching,

my hands on the key board

ready to pretend

to type.