the page is snowy white
a surface of purity
of blankness
but what if the page was green?
lush and fertile
would it be easier to write?
or would I take off my shoes
and run through it
passing off future possibilities
for the moment?
the page on which I write
is marked
with satisfaction
Linda G. Hill 
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Nice post.
Thank you! And thank for the reblog too. 🙂
oooh well done!
Thank you, Pamela! 🙂