Rookie (05/10/1966 / SACRAMENTO)


Have you ever studied the impression
that words make upon a page?
The beauty in the rythmn
the pattern
the passion in the strength of the pen,
knowing which words to press
and which to shadow.

They need not start
at the margin
they need not end on
the last line
they form their own semitry
their own language

a work of art buried for you to uncover
to interpret
to reinvent
to discover.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 17, 2010

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