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DRY INK WELL

Saturday, February 22nd, 2014

ink wellDRY INK WELL
I see a glimmer of a verse
in his eyes, but not the will
to ink it on a page.
“All my best images been laid.”
I put a Pilot pen between
his stringy arthritic fingers,
resolute, “My metaphors been spent”,
tantamount to tenderly bug off.

I print this, hand him
this half deliberate verse, I wait,
watch his perusal.
“hmmm, hmmm hmmm”.
He hands me back the page.
Well? Well? “Hmm, nice.”