Little Slips of Paper

I live my life

On little slips of paper

Grocery lists and To-Do’s

Memos

            Ideas

                        And notes

Story lines and plots

Dreams and plans

What has to be done now

            Shower

                        Shave

And vacuum the apartment

Dust, never!

They might turn however

When accomplished

They meet the water to dissolve

            In the flush of an eye

In a magic bowl of course

Streaming counter clockwise

To meet the dreams and schemes

Of others like me

And some other messy stuff

I remember my sister

Flushed a twenty dollar bill

and around the great depression

there was a wild explosion

T’was my momma’s dot, dot, dot

Later to become family lore

 

I have a friend

And lucky to have one

That lays his mail and bills on the floor

Along with objects

 like sugar bowls and salt shakers

Car keys on the rug a reminder to wash the car

Sunglasses to walk around the block

A hearing aid to remember to turn off

that chatty neighbor next door

Then to hit an impasse

What the heck was that for?

Oh, to someday pick everything up

I can’t identify with him

Slips of paper work for me

But my magic thoughts need naught and nada

Like my daydreams and fantasy

They fall freely

And fly on the wind like seeds

To that far away place

Called yesterday…

 

Asta Dido

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