Gary Witt - After the Downsizing

Sleep comes more easily to me now,
And while I do not welcome death,
She has become a nodding acquaintance.
I watch her among rows of empty cubicles,
And we make eye contact;
She in her blue suit, I in my gray,
A smile in the hallway,
A pleasantry in the parking lot,
At ten, beside the burrito van.

Gary Witt

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