Things I Find When I Clean
Halloween has marked the day
-rest of The Holidays are on the way
Clear some room it's been requested
For out-of-towners to be nested
They only stay over night
Then as soon as it's bright
We'll be off to The City by The Bay
Favorite spot of mine I'll say
Things I find when I clean
Things for years I haven't seen
Stacks of books to move
I can get rid of some I'll prove
I throw thoughts onto what I can find
Written on scraps the contents of my mind
Then folded between pages
Of books I havn't seen in ages
Things that came out of my head
Written while sitting on a rented bed
In The City late at night
Under a single light
On guest letterhead envelopes my notes
Of things that matterd important quotes
Also maps and an old resturant ad
Reminds me of being very glad
As do the books I have to clear
Going to a book sale I fear
No room for anything new
Unless I'm brave enough to recycle a few
It's like-
Parting with friends
Even ones heavy with dust
-back to my notes
Folded maps stolen menus
A parking ticket paid I hope
Even a room key/card
A borrowed bookmark I forget to return
All now in a small pile
After the old books are cleaned
Of stuff that that would only confuse
New owners that will have to
Cope with my margin notes
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poem by Tom J. Mariani
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