poetry in my veins

Paper
by Mari S. Adkins
October 8, 2006

The blank page
crisp, clean
thirty-two blue lines
neat, red margins
waiting for the
call of the Muse
waiting for the
inkpen to fall

Bent corners
wrinkled, used
thirty-two blue lines
neat, square writing
scribbles in the margins
no longer waiting
no longer empty

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