Poems of the Atmos

Little Red Notebook. 17th August, 2012.

In Locker 3234

I sit unused, fresh and clean.

I'm easy to carry and properly sized.

But notebooks and computers have taken my time.

In Locker 3234

I'm white with a red cover and

Empty lines of latitude waiting for an attitude.

In Locker 3234

I see the empty, new, files and

Occasionally,

The ceiling and lights.

My owner's face is passive and always in flight.

The hallways never see me and the neighbor's door's not open.

In locker 3234, I'm eternally left unopened.