.................................
Feynman's Office
.................................

After crawling through the
dimly lit steam tunnels under
CalTech with Jeff one night,
going under Beckman Auditorium
and secretly looking up
at peoples' feet and legs
as they milled
above the gratings that we
stood below,

I was following him, not knowing
where we were, where we
were headed, squeezing past pipes
and through crawlspaces,
lost in that
wonderful maze, better than
all the Dungeons and Dragons
mazes I had imagined, not
knowing if we were north, south,
or under Colorado, loving the
closeness and the humidity, we
finally came out into a
building, and Jeff,
with a little smug pride,
showed me Feynman's office
door, and I saw his nameplate
on it.

I can't remember if
I touched it.

.................................
Lee Tracy
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Copyright © Lee Tracy
April 1998

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