On Writing

POEM A DAY – March 7

Swingline

the box of staples is ancient, edges softened with age
blue ink logo faded like dreams, and yet, it sustains

its function to contain. long strips of thin metal teeth shiny
ready, proud patiently awaiting the swift light in being taken

re-inserted, to be pressed and make permanent a holding
of things, to together items, to uphold the everydayness of

binding

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