Today’s NaPoWriMo poem sprouted from the pile of papers next to my computer begging for my attention. Instead of tending to the pile, I chose to write about it instead.
A pile of paper becomes a tower,
and a new pile is born.
Clutter bunnies like this are giving
all over my house.
Other bunny varieties include
pens, cables, and sea glass.
Clutter bunnies do not hide, but
and breed en plein air.
All I can do is find them
one at a time, chanting as I go:
is every thing in its
and everything else in the
A poem a day for April