The Art of Tetman Callis Poems whispering monday

whispering monday

monday morning elevator ride up to the office
riding with a slender young woman whose long copper hair
looks wet and is parted all awry

she yawns and groans
says, excuse me

i straighten my tie in the elevator’s mirrored wall

the yawning copper-haired woman looks at the elevator’s floor
looks at the elevator’s ceiling
whispers, whisper

the elevator’s bell dings at my stop
the doors slide open, i step out, hearing the elevator doors
slide closed behind me
a whispering noise

(Copyright 2023 by Tetman Callis.)

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