He strolled up to me,
In a careful chaotic walk,
I quickly closed the other things,
Looked at him, afraid we might talk.
It’s been months now,
Without any project assigned.
Not that I have been jobless,
But work-less in my mind.
He comes to me ,
Looks in my computer.
The useless book I have opened
Doesn't fool him, no matter.
Embarrassed, I ask him about projects coming up,
He laughs and looks away.
Embarrassment, thy word is even,
I too laughed, as he strolled away.
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