'What would happen if I told her
what I thought?'
e mails fly across the ether
of a two metre wide corridor.
Post-it notes appear on desk tops,
mysteriously placed in negative time.
The enigmatic smile irritates.

'What would happen if I told her
what I thought?'
Policies are produced, politically
perfect. Reluctant minions perform dutifully
to fulfill the criteria borne of
Government committees. Somehow
life is drowning in this garden pond.