This might be the cover of my next book.

It might not take so long as the others have to write as I think I might leave the pages of this one clear of any ramblings, rhymes, and stumbles.

Can the subtle sound of blank pages turning by one’s own hand lead to anywhere worthy?

If I were to leave a copy of Grace on a park bench, would a passerby take it and carry it along and then later in their room slowly turn its blank pages and be stirred somehow?

Then close it again and put it away.~