Paper

April 22, 2014 § 1 Comment

There’s something magical
about paper, crisp and new
unmarked and full
of possibility

and there’s nothing
quite so simple but grand
as a brand new pen
with just enough point
with just enough ink

and the artful flick of a wrist
the turn of a finger, a stain emerges
the paper, imperfect, but full
of something personal

full of a meaning
that makes imperfection
into something beautiful

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