Argent was having an excellent week at the office last week, and thus set us the following Poetry Bus task: Meetings.
So here you are, a whole day early but I've got meetings all Monday:
The hour has come.
They turn in circles in front of the closed door
Beyond the door, the Place where they gather
at the appointed time.
Suddenly, one spies the woman approaching
The Boss is coming!
The jingle of the keys excites them
they leap over each other rushing into the kitchen
Catch the Bus here!
1940 all over again.
14 hours ago