Fred's Desk
Seven Post-its,
a constellation not unlike the Big Dipper
guide travelers through a deskscape
of escarpments and promontories.
Out beyond the half eaten sandwich
dotting the horizon
are The Spires of Mountain Dew,
monuments of deadlines never met.
Rumor has it that beneath
a sedimentary strata of folders
and never-read reports
are Fed-X artifacts
and a 1990 desk calendar.
Four Post-its,
yellow green fuchsia and pink
like Burma Shave placards,
line the bookcase less traveled.
“Fix car”
“Pay bills”
“Workout”
“Orlando”
In a screen-saver sky
biplanes aimlessly fly
back and forth
back and forth
back and forth.
Copyright © James Rasmusson | Year Posted 2011
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