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| Last Sheet of Paper Copyright@Heather Johnson2003 The last sheet of paper, in a little journal book, sits anticipating for its own special verse. All the other pages have words that play on them, this last sheet of paper waits to be the final gem. She thinks she's last on purpose, to be a work of art, she sits stark and naked, awaiting for her part. At last the poet gets to her and stares down at her face, with gentleness and kindness, the pen gets put in place. Yet, the words spill out too slowly, many get crossed out, the page feels disappointed and she begins to pout. She sings to the writer, in a mounful way, of how she's waited all this time for words on her to play. But the writer has exhausted all his words and energy, and the pen and the paper are now enemies. No longer crisp and white. No longer stark and naked. The writer pulls the page out and tosses her in the waste basket. |