The Tablet
No, no leave me here
upon the table
and, if she's able
she'll pen a few lines.
No, no don't put me away
let me stay
with these blue lines
to guide a thought
she might find a lot
to say.
Its almost like I call to her:
"See, see. You can,
you can write, right."
And, through the night
and all through the day
I'll be here
near the chair
or near the bed
and suddenly,
she'll be holding me
scribbling furiously
as though someone
is chasing her.
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