notebooks

my notebooks.
each dated, each full of information
for work,
or pleasure, numbers,
addresses,
times and names.
sketches and ideas.
each book the same, the covers
either blue
or grey, cheap spiral
notebooks.
dozens of them fill
the bin.
reminders of my immediate
past, never to be thrown
away by my
hands, someone else
will have
that to do, their task.