Shelving

You can’t escape mundane tasks, even in dreams.

 

I spend

Hours

Pulling books from my shelves

And repositioning them,

All neat enough before but not

Maximized for space

In the rows and rows

Of tall

Bookcases I own,

Dark wood lit soft

By lamps, and the glow

Of my laptop

As I watch old shows

To help pass the time.

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