Tickets for Two to Small

I picked up my pen to write a line or two,
maybe an epic, and found myself hovering
above the seamless sea of a crisp white page.
The pent up ink swelled forward
and hung, quivering at the tip.
A quick breath, a sudden flutter, and a single word
stared back at me from its built and forged home.
A single word, and, at the end of it,
a tiny, pointed exclamation point.

* by Rebekah Shafer

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