poem - these are the things

These are all the things that fit there are rarely more than this that fit inside a box for storing paper pages but not a book a record of a thing done when the exchange is said to be mutual things done make the money go around an office people paper pushed here or there as if to say the world we pursue is two dimensional and no one really needs a wheel barrow after all but these can cut you like a knife if you’re not paying attention.

[ephemerata poem – June 16, 2016]