Circa 2009

Nothing But Air

He comes waltzing into the room

Relying on nothing but airs,

Glib charm,

Flip warmth,

And a grey Teflon suit he wears.

He tosses out his platitudes,

Getting back nothing but air,

Frozen faces,

Workplace stasis,

And many far-off stares.

He altered space we occupy,

Leaving nothing but heirs,

Disconnects,

His execs:

A bill of goods that are spoiled wares.

Five years later he is long gone,

A legacy of nothing but air,

Portrait on the wall,

Laughter back in the halls,

And hope on the wing of a prayer.