IF IT'S WEDNESDAY, IT MUST BE...


Department meeting--
      clock starts
                running,
       slow, slower,
  imprisoned,
          suddenly snapshots
      appear,
             white beaches of Nova Scotia,
Adirondack sunsets,
                       Vermont in fall,
            as I sit
  flanked by boredom,
         oppression, genius
                engineers
of fantasy
               and imagination,
       of purple images
that scream,
             "Get me outta here!"

November 1995