A Fresh Start

Papers fly

like butterflies

through the portal

of my mind

phantom five fingers

steal away wasted frilled fringes

and discolored clutter

around and out on zephyr's steed

blow wind out the window

opened to bring in fresh air

vacuums dusty pages instead

like old forgotten leaves

what a life what a mess

of every single torrential thought

pronounced in a liquid tongue

and stored for some potential use

grasping at the swirl of kinetic frenzy

is like trying to catch a ninja star

a thousand paper cuts blossom

like red mouths screaming

let go.  Each piece of paper waves

goodbye as they all in a circle

pass on by and through the swell

say farewell the room is clean.

The colors the smell the taste

are fresh and feel new

here the desk’s wood is ribbed

no longer matted in scribbles of the past

the air is now a guest but is stilled

and in the bottom drawer

like a lotus blooming a million petals

are blank pages ready to be filled.