4/17/09 paper- morning putterings

paper,
like a slick field
ready for scratching,
or,
burnt
and endlessly sorry.
for the weeds there.
for the weeds and the others.

paper,
like a pool
ready for draining,
or,
night-lit
and endlessly giving.
for the fawns there.
for the fawns and the others.

paper,
like a heart
ready for healing,
or,
stalled
and endlessly sleeping.
for the circle here.
for the circle and the others.

might i remind you,
pleasurably curious one,
the page that is quiet
brings nothing,
but everything,
completely.
all that you've known,
all that awaits you,
and all you've already forgotten.

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