In the room with orange swivel chairs
The white desktops are laden with all my work.
But my mind is somewhere else.
The Squatter's Tale lay dormantly asleep,
Though not so tightly held as Anne-
After buying 20 pounds of sugar.
O what time has passed amidst these thoughts,
Though not enough to suit my taste.
Patience now is ne'er undone
But grows, in full, agape love.
-the bard