Paper Professor
I met the professor upon the elevator
A young and somewhat fine featured man
He told me he was going to the sixth floor
Without inquiring whether I was the elevator person.
The professor dropped his papers in the corridor
They fell willy-nilly to the tile floor in a disheveled pile
He looked irritated and slightly embarrassed
Perhaps he expected me to pick them up as well.
by Hugh M. Lewis
The Great Wall Revisited
Trails in the Snow
1991-1993
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