My half- finished paintings,
partly organized vacation slides,
folders of fermenting ideas,
drawers crammed with pens,
bottles of Levinger's inks, manilla
folders labeled: articles of satiric interest,
story ideas claimed from yesterday's news,
research notes for an article on the first
teacher strike in New York City.
My books arranged by present interest:
Daily Life in Ancient Egypt leaning against
Color: A Natural History of the Palette
My layers of meaning?
If I'm not here will it all be declared
indulgence or the persistence of living?
Day 3 Poetic Asides Prompt