The Atrium

Like pigeons preening
dull double-breasted plumage,
the sales force flock in the open enclosure--
cooing into Bluetooth headsets
and pecking at newly procured iPads.

Beaks rise
to the sound of fated footfalls
as each squab scrambles for position
only to strut away
slow and haughty
as the copy clerk makes her delivery.

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