August heat

moist & soggy air

October dreaming

The old man’s a dinosaur,

spewing both fact & opinion

in a gravelly monotone.

That he knows his stuff

is never in doubt

but his delivery could

use a little spark.

Irv drones on and on,

excruciating pauses

punctuating yet another

of his tedious presentations.

Rumor has it

HR has intervened

more than once.

I avoid close contact,

steer clear of being

alone with this wolf

in sheep’s attire.

I learn, after his dismissal,

he ticked off erotica

as one of his hobbies

during a team meeting,

this balding hulk of a man,

with long nose hairs

and protruding stomach,

excreting phlegm

into soiled tissues

in crowded restaurants.

His wife has cancer so

I’ve not been unsympathetic.

Still, Irv isn’t the kind of guy

one warms to easily.

That’s an understatement,

I guess.  In truth,

the guy kind of creeps me out.

Colorado peaks

memories of when

I once was brave