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!
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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