This Old Desk

I think if you are truly going to write well

you have to have this old desk.

with its marred top

stained from years of use

The childish scribbling of a name

etched in the wood.

The pidgeon holes

filled with thoughts

The unused ink well

void of the bottle

A glass paper weight sitting alone

Memories of the old typewriter

that has been replaced with the computer

The old battered roll top that sticks when opened

with twenty drawers

full of partial descriptions

of things you collected

and one day when you don't even realize it

you find two or three and put them together

and wow

the words connected

and the poem realized.

the end