A whimsical and nostalgic take on some 'spring cleaning' I had to do.

File
Cabinet
Not cyberspace
Real hardware
Actual metal sitting on the floor
Bulging genuine paper and expandable envelopes
Next to my right leg like a squared holder of the tactile Heavily waiting with no breath, no Microsoft Me floating in it

Waiting
Hands
Fingers
Not keyboard bound
Real flesh
Actual grasping holding searching extend
Rifling away the unneeded to the floor
The old years of love and work cast down all clear
Labors lost undesirables now to move again and once more

Waste
Basket
Not void
Real feminine
Actual next destination holding memories
Taking in all my discards refurbishing today
My heart held in squared confines with them
These pages and folders and moments later dusted and dead gone