Interstitial

last year's thoughts
pile together
like so much laundry

finished pieces
fly, fly away
like paper airplanes -
origami word birds

last year's journal
leaves gaps
like so many invitations

last year's thoughts
provide good fodder
like so much good manure

this year's interstitial thoughts
will be rich
like so many buds of spring

Clutter

The re-arranging piles
are now
piles of constants,
in rows.
Satisfying, somehow -
this small order
from chaos.

Sincerity

I grew up
not knowing sarcasm
Only experiencing it
occasionally
as barbs of veiled
intentions

My father was strict
on this notion -
Anything but Sincerity
is a Colossal
Waste of Time

It's deeply ingrained
and I Sincerely
thank him
for the lesson