Inside this file is possibility. Inside, so far, is emptiness.
The file was bought in January, when the desire to create was high but the opportunity to write was low. Daisies, pansies, chrysanthemums decorate the black enamel of its surface. Inside I imagine leaves of my printed poetry, blossoming.
I bought the file because it reminds me of my intention to collect my poetry together this year, to produce a small collection. It reminds me that a goal without a plan is just a dream.
Red inked pages fill
Desk, shelves, couch, with teaching notes.
On this shelf, poems wait.