The Business Meeting Poem by David Matos

As with
̶ ̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶ ̶
̶ ̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶y̶ ̶ ̶
most things
this
too
started
in the rain

Ferdinand showed up
for the meeting
̶ ̶ ̶a̶̶̶n̶̶̶d̶̶̶ ̶̶̶c̶̶̶l̶̶̶e̶̶̶a̶̶̶r̶̶̶l̶̶̶y̶̶̶ ̶̶̶m̶̶̶e̶̶̶a̶̶̶n̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶b̶̶̶u̶̶̶s̶̶̶i̶̶̶n̶̶̶e̶̶̶s̶̶̶s̶ ̶ ̶
and showed no interest
for peanuts

Notes out of tune
quickly became precise
and indicated the way
to what distinctly was
the right place
for the meeting

The meeting was
after all
a gathering
to be held outside
among familiar shapes
and letterforms
under a small tree
where it also rains
if it rains

The talk
was certainly
serious
the kind of
̶ ̶ ̶t̶a̶l̶k̶ ̶ ̶
serious
reserved for those
who sit with Hades

And so
̶ ̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶a̶i̶n̶ ̶ ̶
̶ ̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶a̶i̶n̶ ̶ ̶
̶ ̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶a̶i̶n̶ ̶ ̶
the rain
eventually took us
to the chapel
where we could
dry off
and not speak
of work
a little longer
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