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Agenda

Arriving

Arriving

We know each other,
not really well.
I come to your office.
Before I sit down,
you ask if I’d like coffee.
I say yes.
We go to the alcove
together and fill up.
When we return
there’s the agenda—

Turning

Turning

She was
ruminating
among us.
It bore its way
softly—
as a breaking dawn—
to our small band
and to her
that she hadn’t meant
to do this,