Tuesday, December 8, 2015
by Jim Rapp
My new office is a mess, but not as bad, I suppose
I should confess, as it may look when I’ve composed
its finalness; when it’s endured what I, and time impose.
The office I would own, would gleam in pristine
orderedness, would turn the eye while making green
with envy everyone whose efforts fail to top its scene.
But as I say, this bedraggled room may fare no better
than the way a dozen-past have fared whose latter
end always gravitated to a state of nearly utter clutter!
Still I try, issuing weekly updates, moving this and that
on the sly, so in case my late adjustment isn’t what
I want my “final working place” to be, I can roll it back