My wife and I are packrats.
This fact was clarified today
when we erected a huge new
Billy shelf structure from Ikea
promptly filled it with
items from hither and thither
and it seemed to make no difference
to what was lying around.

I read once about
two brothers who lived
in a house full of
piles of newspapers
and inhabited the paths
between the piles.

I have a feeling that
in a few years, when
she and I are too old
to lift a finger to tidy
or erect a new
Billy shelf structure
we will be wandering
among the newspapers
like two lost old things

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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