Papers stacked Each page a burden A thin line, A finite number Little sounds Flicking nuisance Each flip, each fold Each marked reminder White and clean Not gone forever Blank and cold And lost in wonder Smudged and dotted Rolled and bruised Cut, confused Crumpled, thrown Hid, unknown. Tap, tap, tap The drops of ink;Continue reading “Pieces”
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