The Office

[Read Write Poem encouraged us to "turn our observations into similies" this week. Here is what I came up with.]



The Office

Dust bunnies roll like tumbleweeds
across the empty tile floor.
The bare walls bounce sound
like echoes in a box canyon.
Vultures pick over the boxed remains
stacked in the hallway,
while other wild things lurk green-eyed,
just out of range, waiting for a moment's inattention
for the chance to move in.
A tired posse with clipboards and brooms
valiantly tries to fend off scavengers
until the sheriff arrives to lay down the law
and hang a nameplate on the door.