Too smart for his own good…

Fidget, fidget, fidget –

Beside me in the meeting is a man
who just can’t sit still – like a six year old
boy, he fidgets and twitches and bounces
unable to stop, a shark who will suffocate
without movement; this is how he relaxes
and concentrates and impresses us all
with unexpected wisdom, maybe because
no one expects a childlike adult to grasp
what the next step should be; some
believe his savant qualities are quaint,
others attribute this to his education,
but I’m the only one who notices how
he picks at the pilling of his brown socks,
grooming, constantly grooming the cotton,
and I make a note to buy brown socks.

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