• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 10

The page

is an old friend,
offering the scent
of rainbows past
and the new moon
rising. It waits
with me, a calming
presence, a dream
of what will happen
next, of the possibilities
I, we, might undertake
when you come out
of your office and I
rise to greet you
and we walk out
to reenter the world.