Frank F. Atanacio Poet Dramatic Verse

A Small Harrumph

The old man made a small sound,
turned, tossed a cigarette on the floor,
in a building twenty two feet off the ground,
he seemed to pay no attention
to anyone else in the room,
fixed his tie,
and knew he was well groomed,
a young girl tugging on his sleeve,
asking where was he going,
and why did he want to leave?
He cleared his throat with a small harrumph,
catching everyone’s attention before he made his jump,
a final triumph!

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Laurie Ginn February 5, 2009 at 8:21 AM Oh wow I was having too much fun playing at the office so I wondered if I could find something that would depress me so I could get some work done. You never let me down. I bet your wife never lets you close to the knife drawer. This is like the twilight zone you dont know where its going till you hear the splat, but really if he was going to jump couldnt he have taken the cigarette with him and not messed the floor?