Orange Crush

 Orange Obscurity 

He stood quietly

Among the Chamber mixers

The movers

The shakers

Few even knew

It was he

Who hung upon

The walls

In the halls

Even by the restrooms

More consumed 

In the wine

The craft beer

The grits with shrimp

Networking 

It didn't matter

To them it never would

They could pass by

And did

The silent one in the

Suwannee Room

But he was satisfied

With the obscurity 

Glad handing 

Always came awkwardly

Like favoring up 

To the boss

Afterward he regretted

Ever even saying

Anything at all

Let the work talk

He slipped out

Into the rain

Taking photographs 

Of the wet palms

Moving on

Always moving on.