The Conference

a kaleidoscope of voices

quaint social exaggerations

fifty-two conversations

a hundred and four pleasantries

except the man in the fawn jacket

who stares numbingly into morningness

philosophies well around him

are they talking English

or some elite jargon?

I can’t wait for the teller’s call

so that everyone can

keep their philosophies to themselves!

mmm, no one’s sitting next to me…