Consider the yellow post-it pad
before the pen riddles it blue.
Blank. Stack of blank.
Stack of yellow blank with glue.
Pray that blank might stick to you.
Imagine you might enter rooms
with so little plan of your own.
To be the slate, not the list,
the void, not the litany of Things To Do.
To cultivate an emptiness.
To let whatever's next
come next.
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