Patiently the page
waits and the pen
while I wash bowls
fold towels
and walk the dog
house in order then
and out of chores
I wander to my desk
where aqua lines
lay tranquil
and undisturbed
providing structure for
my struggling words
a landing place
for stories notes
and poems until
the day they find
their proper homes
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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