Beauty / Poetry / Poets

Big Meeting at the Corporate Office by Donal Mahoney

When a young woman like that
sails into the conference room,
all masts billowing,
there’s nothing the men
around the table can do
except take a breath

and wait for her
to settle in her chair,
open her laptop
and fuss for a moment
with some errant hair

before she fixes her stare
on the podium to wait
for the chairman to arrive
and take it from there

if he possibly can.
The chairman won’t know
the young woman has said
everything his men
will remember tomorrow
without saying a word.

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