paperwork

random piles of paperwork
strewn across all horizonal surfaces, the wind blows in
the window, ruffling and then lofting the mismatched, unfiled
sheaves of white, rising like a cloud under the golden skies of my room.
the moon shines in the west window, casting shadows that bounce
across the closet doors, each sharp line folded in two
and two again, until they drift back slowly
to all horizontal surfaces, stacked
neatly in ordered piles.