"White Space"

                  Gaylord    7/23/09 

Pages are typed

As days come together.

Word upon word

Describes motions, mood

And even the food.

Pages become chapters

As friendship and love

Become the book.

At the end of each word,

Page, chapter and verse,

There's a white space

Where both take a look.

Ruminations begin;

Loneliness and chagrin.

It's then we measure

The blossom not the flotsam,

For the white space gathers a grin.