Continuing to Audit on Snowy Evening
Whose work this is I think I know.
His cube is down the hallway, though;
He will not see me working here
The evening filling up with snow.
My manager just thinks it queer
To test with wrap-up meetings near.
These details will not make or break
The darkest findings of the year.
The urge to find each last mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of turning page and downy flake.
I love the details dark and deep,
But I have deadlines I must keep,
And work to do before I sleep,
And work to do before I sleep.
Posted on Jan 12, 2011 by Mike Jacka
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