Spring Cleaning All Year

This is what you do.
Strip things away.
One thing at a time.
Maybe, if you are lucky,
faster than new things arrive.

About this poem

I happened to look in my drafts folder this morning. I have 204 poem fragments. I may, for the next couple of days, try to come back to a few of them. It will be an interesting exercise, taking thoughts of months or years ago, and bringing them into my here and now. This is the first.

203 left.

Tom