Some books are filling shelves and can stand straight;
The magazines that won't fit elsewhere lie
On top at a rankish angles, they must wait
Till cleaning fits come on me by and by.
While some shelves, not as full, leave books to lean,
Their stance unsteady; bric a brac, too, sits
On one side and the other; in between
Are messy papers, half-done model kits,
And over all loose sheets of varied hues.
The mail ( no manuscripts returned );
More book ads, writer's guidelines, market news
( New targets, lest submissions come back spurned) .
How end this wordy clutter? I've no hint,
And yet I'd love to see my words in print!
Lary Smith