Poetry corner
Dec. 8th, 2003 09:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gementTwo Weeks' Notice
I look into the future
and I'm not there.
A sticky note in my handwriting says,
"Call again on 1/9/04."
A month's time.
I'll never see it done;
I must trust to my successor.
I tell myself, "I'm not dying.
It's just a job. I chose this."
I leave my affairs in order.
I bequeath my treasured office supplies.
I wonder who will water the plant.
I look into the future
and I'm not there.
A sticky note in my handwriting says,
"Call again on 1/9/04."
A month's time.
I'll never see it done;
I must trust to my successor.
I tell myself, "I'm not dying.
It's just a job. I chose this."
I leave my affairs in order.
I bequeath my treasured office supplies.
I wonder who will water the plant.
