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Going through the stuff

I’ve put off dealing with for ages

finally paying the price

for not taking the time.

Desktop archaeology . . .

A Sisyphean task . . .

a procrastinater’s nightmare

or a hoarder’s wet dream.

Mounds of detritus

each pile, each piece, assigned to

some future time

when, magically,

it will be disposed of

more properly.

Piles of stuff

each a reminder, as it’s uncovered

of why it was put there in the first place.

Strata deposited

layer upon layer

like the leavings of many winters’ rains

on the topology of my desk.

Old receipts, old notes, reminders

Reminders of reminders

eyes blinking, emerging to the light of day

Expired offers, mementos, souvenirs,

old business cards and unopened mail

some priceless, mostly junk

Forgettable yet unforgotten, pleading

nay, demanding to be addressed

if for no other reason than the space they take up

begs for freedom, order, relief,

if even for a moment,

before the inevitable onslaught

of more stuff,

like the coming rains,

will deliver the space once again to the realms of flotsam and dross.

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5 December 2015

Tim Konrad