for the unlined notebook
for pages so open and friendly
solitary confinement
is unusually cruel
any kind of attention is welcomed
inky doodles with eyes half open
taking coffee stains from coaster duty
or torn corners leaving with phone numbers
now if a writer happens to pick up
the scent of an idea entering
this empty expanse they may
crouch to examine its tracks
pursue it with thrown nets
of words clean shots
and bad misses
and if lucky
capture a poem
prowling in a paper cage