Saturday, Sunny, High 77

The sun outside had made even
the office park
into a blossomed paradise.

Everyone said, "The weekend will
be wonderful"
& turned from the window back to work.

The clickity-clack of keyboards
testified strength
& on the alters of their desks

they sacrificed the bright sun light;
their monitors
flickered like candles in a church.

It is disappointing then that
when Saturday
dawned like steel wool & scoured their hopes

they did not storm their office halls
to smash their desks
& make trophies of paper clips;

& in anger, they did not burn
their swivel chairs,
or throw their laptops from the roof.