The study’s a small room, adding cascades of white 
& silver lace makes it looks bigger; now let’s rejoice 
because my books have been unpacked, stacked in 
neat piles behind a façade formed by a duo of sturdy 
bags which the little alien has carefully hidden all his 
precious notebooks in
Greyish-blue-teal cloth - shiny like water in the sun - 
covers the bags to hide them; the tops are covered 
by shimmering white & silver glitter fabric, Scorpio 
loves the new look while the notebooks are safe ’til 
I can sort them; the little alien spent two days in the 
study cleaning it and my porch, moving furniture 
And washing every ornament & glass bowl, small 
housekeeping tasks keep a fear of trying to decide 
the notebooks future at bay - sorting’s deferred to 
another day & the house is clean: excellent ways 
of procrastinating, escaping pressing problems, 
but what to do with a host of half-filled notebooks…
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