Cleaning My Damned Apartment, Day 17: Poetry Thursday edition

cliff's echo

That stack of papers.

You know, that stack.

The one you've been stumbling over
on the way to the bed
for four months,
since you dropped them there...

The one that went from white
to dusty gray
to black with hair,
both yours
and the dust bunnies'...

The one
you put down
for just

I moved that stack of papers
to a permanent home
in a covered, plastic bin
in its own semi-private sector
of the closet.

Of course
by "permanent"
I mean
"until next time"

If there's one thing I've learned
since I started this thing,
it's that nothing
lasts forever

Especially dusting...

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