Thursday, July 21, 2005

Peter

Far beyond his years, sales calls rolling into one
another, the case lugged through airports and, now,
security wants to know the meaning of every item.
The company rolling into lethargy and comfort
with no hunger for the next big phone call or new
advance. The voice, still there, booming through
the halls, but the windows -- those eyes -- empty
now, running out, automatic responses and impatient
with the shortcomings of the body and the changes
in the world, moving past the best days of his life.

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