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Three Line Lunch: Moving Offices

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 214

Moving Offices

Delegates from the past haunt my file cabinets, bookshelves, desktop paper towers.
Things undone, things unread, thoughts scrawled on yellow pads then fled and gone,
Glory moments now thin relics. I purge, I take in, I strive to bring to light and integrate.