Planting a Garden

     Threatened,
     Bullied,
     Overcome
     by a blank page
     staring dumbly at me.

     Superior,
     Rigid, this entity
     without a soul
     until timidly, then boldly
     I mark it with my pen.

     Slowly It becomes more pliant,
     It begins to bend. I show it things…

     A bird on a limb,
     A latticed rose climbing,
     painting scarlet where drab had been.

     Suddenly arable, the page becomes a garden. Each line
     a row in bloom. The air wears the scent of roses.
                                

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