Rookie (9/19/1963)

Prosaic - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

the paper is empty.
the pen is out of ink.
the idea is tired, so the
artist puts it to sleep.
the writer pulls his hands away,
and weeps.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 28, 2004

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