Lief

I told a matchbox,
"You look so aged today."

The box spilled out
ten matchsticks on table:

Two formed an 'L',
one stood as 'I',
three finished 'F',
the rest made 'E'.

Daylight swapped
the leg of 'L'
with arms of 'F'.

Midday clouds exclaimed,
"You've got a new FILE
to hold your scribbles!"

Evening gloom
made an 'L' out of 'F',
an 'F' out of 'E',
and an 'E' replaced the third letter.

I became wrapped up
in some archaic willingness.