Intentionally Blank

This page is intentionally blank,

snowfield before the fact

of the scrawl spoiling the white

barren flatness.

No wishes are listed here,

nor dedications made

insincere in this space.

No to dos, must haves,

illicit codes that could be

deciphered, you know,

by any given fool.

A bare field ripe

with possibilities,

ready for new life,

for ideas to be rattled  like dice

in the bone cup of the skull.

Page unsullied, but ready,

the palimpsest for the plans

of a shaken hand.