Unbusyness
The office upstairs is pristine-abandoned,
Glimpsed through the lift-lobby windows –
Paperless desks and clutter-free intrays,
Silent printers sulking in rows.
Phones unringing, chairs unswiv’ling,
Three-speed fans no longer swishing –
Out of business ? But it looks so peaceful,
Like they’ve chosen to all go fishing.
They might come tomorrow, but probably won’t.
So what do they know that the other floors don’t ?
Rhyming Couplets 