Lines are drawn
and crossed,
and back again,
Dragging across
the pages of history
the poet’s pen,
sometimes skipping
and missing
but always
leaving its mark.
Shadows and shades
between the spaces
marking moments
that may be erased
and in time forgotten,
but still affecting
the canvas,
even if unseen.
Even the swiftest strokes
with purpose drawn
have their part to play.


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