Half-Filled Notebooks [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The study's a small room, adding cascades of white
& silver lace makes it looks bigger; now let's rejoice
because my books have been unpacked, stacked in
neat piles behind a façade formed by a duo of sturdy
bags which the little alien has carefully hidden all his
precious notebooks in

Greyish-blue-teal cloth - shiny like water in the sun -
covers the bags to hide them; the tops are covered
by shimmering white & silver glitter fabric, Scorpio
loves the new look while the notebooks are safe 'til
I can sort them; the little alien spent two days in the
study cleaning it and my porch, moving furniture

And washing every ornament & glass bowl, small
housekeeping tasks keep a fear of trying to decide
the notebooks future at bay - sorting's deferred to
another day & the house is clean: excellent ways
of procrastinating, escaping pressing problems,
but what to do with a host of half-filled notebooks…