Shred Ahead

I had in my head (because it was said)

That there was to be a shred ahead

But there’s a Shelter-in-Place

And that leaves no space

For a gathering together

No matter the weather

We can’t leave our homes

To lug our old tomes

It’s now just a dream

To confetti that ream

Of expired files and

Irrelevant documents

We’ll just have to do

Something else, I guess.