I have spent
the afternoon
clearing my desk
in preparation
for the office move.
Ideally
my new desk
will be located
in an
'authority figure'
black spot,
whilst also
being in
an acoustic
sweet spot
(no one
can see me
but I can still
hear them) ,
but apparently
I don't get
a choice.
Written by my late son Oliver Collett(1984-2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem