A Blank Page
the page
stares back
blankly
wondering
what words
are within me,
wondering
what it is
i might be about.
the page
is neat
and lined
and clean,
so clean
and orderly
that i can't help
but scrawl
upon it,
can't resist
covering it
with ink,
making a mess
and calling it me.
- 09/30/1993 10:38pm - kenneth p rougeau jr
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