Dots From a Box

Dots From A Box Black dots reside inside a black box on table top Blue dots are housed in pens as ink, in old cartridges or wells At the end of sentences they come out to punctuate To stop a stream of thought on page Otherwise they would escape with no ideas Words would never end Properly placed with surgeon like precision The pen comes down on pure white paper A laser pin point tip releases liquid Forms into a period Melds on the surface at that concluding spot On the two dimensional world becoming one An indelible dot at the end of words and phrases If left to their own devices, periods would go on parade Lined up in rows to march like this . . . . . . . . . . .