A Candle in the Mist

Hide And Seek – Part IV

 

 

Telephone rang, keyboard dit dit ditting,

printer vomited paper after paper,

rain washed off footprints from the catwalk

and minds paused to re-assess the puzzle,

counting the sides to the polygon.

Gloom invaded the office like a virus

and people, hiding their cough, examined

the future like a specimen,

I wait like a candle in the mist

for the rain to stop and I can see

who will pass the light through the prism.

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The rest of the series can be read here.