The office is snow-fall silent.
As I pass rows of desks, fingers
are gentler on the keys, tissues meet
the corners of quickly drying eyes.
No one speaks. A girl puts
her sandwich into the toaster oven,
closing the little door
as though a baby slept inside.
On screen the crowd dispersed
in easy, graceful rows, breaking off
like plates of ice above a thawing stream.
Photograph by Susan Walsh - AP
