the pages

There may be

days–
months–
weeks–
years–

without
a single word
or sentence
or verse

written down

but empty pages
are no indication

that plots
are not being
woven, nor
whole poems
constructed,
nor dialogue
devised

The empty
pages
are patient

they will wait

it is all
they can do

Life will happen
will keep us away
from the blankness
of the page,

but let us not
forget they are there
waiting

let us not
make them wait
too long.

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