The elevator is packed
from the ground floor to the 12th.
A man in a wheelchair is keeping pace
with footsteps just fast enough
to be a shadow.
The meeting is moved
up fifteen minutes
each seat occupied except the one
between the head and
the projectionist.
A thought goes back to the car and
the carpool also jammed.
The line at McDonalds
to get breakfast.
A golden opportunity is wasted.
A fart amongst strangers
is far less embarrassing
than the alternative.
