can’t budge the
pen tonight
anticipation
and a thought
that may not
show it’s face
bought three
cards
don’t know
which one
will fit the
occasion
so much empty
space
his mind
becomes a chalkboard
washed clean
daily
ready to be
filled
what will the
thoughts become
tonight under
moonlit sky
after seeing
sunset alone
what will
become of the mind
as the pen
silently moves…
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