He's browsing project papers
on the table
when I extended my hand,
unacknowledged
where it hanged like a bridge
fractured- ties, chords, beams severed
when I disclosed
my need to move on
from all these manuals,
row of thick books,
Gantt chart and calendars
on the white board.
The letter is left unopened
on his desk
like metal-bending waters
that stayed.
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