October 5, 2008
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The pen sits in your wrinkled hand
Still as sound in a classical film of
Black and white movement
It is so easy to deliver
To a parched audience
Who keeps laughter
Suspended in the corners
Of their eyes and mouths
Like tame horses waiting, muscles taut
Clenched in anticipation
For the sharp signal
Of release
Yes, you can run now
And believe you are free
After all the paper is blank
And the audience will wait,
A strong beginning
Was never welcomed more

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