I am oaring in pink

I'm writing a letter for a company
My partners are talking about inflation
My pink nailed girl calls me
My fingers are flying
She is painting my lips pink
The door opens
'A letter for London'
'It's urgent'
I 'm nodding
She is laughing
I am oaring in pink!

poem by Framarz Bagheri
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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