3 Poems
Hispanic Man Working a Weed-eater Against the Bank
Before the session, you find yourself sitting in conference room Spruce, next to Pine and Fir and just across the hall from Aspen and Birch, when a Hispanic man in goggles approaches from outside with a weed-eater, working it against the bank in a determined and somewhat aggressive manner.
As difficult as this is now proving to be—the man standing directly outside the sliding glass doors as welcoming as a hornet at a watermelon feed—you and the other early arrivals decide to sit politely through his display. Don’t panic. Certainly don’t swat at him; that will only make him upset. Just ignore him, basically, pretend that he’s not here—pretend invisibility—and eventually he’ll fly away.
