Here is a poem for my Bright Green Notebook, a poem just as short as the time period I spent writing in it.
You ended so quickly.
Too quickly.
I wonder which letters
I used most frequently.
Inked out.
On thin pages, sometimes it bled through.
My pen dried up too.
It's time to start
over.
Very fresh, very new.
9/16/2015
Riley Welch
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