Listage

listage

I used a monthly planner till a year
ago, when I cut back as office thrall.
I bought a tiny calendar but near
misplaced it in my bag, it was so small.
Selecting something bigger now, I got
a sturdy spiral book too large to tote
conveniently. I leave it home and jot
appointments till I later make a note.

That’s working well enough, but now I find
I’m grabbing scraps of paper to record
the sundry tasks that tend to crowd my mind
when I hold them within. This week’s reward
is simple, now I understand what’s missed:
a pad of custom paper for each list.

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