I’m sorry, no, she’s not around.
She’s in a meeting with the wind;
On her lunch-break; gone to ground;
Chaired and tabled; lost; not found.
She’ll not be back within the hour.
She’s meeting heavy metal power
In poster form — the Eiffel Tower —
While coffee cools and cream goes sour.
Terrace Breeze has moved a motion
Of hot sunshine and lazy ocean.
Sod the office, shove promotion;
Small cafes stir her emotion.
