Apr/May 2007 Poetry Special Feature

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by Deborah P. Kolodji

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It is gray when he chisels
a nose out of granite,
each strike an antidote
to technology
and his appointment schedule.

A cell phone buzzes
somewhere behind him
but he ignores it,
soaks up each second away
from multiplying voicemail messages.

Indolent afternoons,
precious veins of metal
carefully prospected out
of his daily routine.

Anointed with a corner office,
graced with a fancier title
for business cards bundled
with 750 email messages
addressed to his predecessor.

The face of boredom forms easily
from stone.


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