Desk, a horrific bit of poetry, because I'm tired and pants.

The desk is clean
except for a tea pot,
brown with blue flowers,
glazed,
and two tea cups,
small, china, also with blue flowers.
And the Buddha,
with a mala around his body,
keeping it safe and serene.
And my talismans
totems
and charms on the shelf above.
So perhaps the desk
isn't clean
after all.