Newsroom haiku

Poems for our "bureau" reporter in Santa Fe, whose stories I'm always left waiting for when I'm laying out:

Sitting at my desk
wondering if you're still alive
unmoved either way.

Four stories at noon
two out, two new by midday;
none ever find me.

He's slaving away
Interviewing, contacting;
AP filed at 5.

A blank page, staring
waiting to be filled with news ...
Angry Birds high score!