Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

The Other Side

Two sides —
one often unused,
one soiled and crumpled
with bad aim
lies in dust gathering
near a steel receptacle.

I grasp a discarded truant,
smooth and recycle
a forgotten, partially used master,
rebuild the dream
with black slate honed and angled,
plying the thin blue lines.
Elegant cursive dances
with a poet’s eye agleam,
fashion these thoughts again
on a new stage, new scene —
begin again,
write this vision true,

with the other side
bearing your weight,
graphite singing best
a new song.


1.27.22
26 lines, free verse

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