Fresh page wrapped in clean white
Smudges are tantalized by acres of untouched white
But for now, they are held at bay
Possibilities swirl beneath the molecules of the paper
It rejoices in its flawless surface, but yearns for expression as well
What adventures will brush its face, what trials will crinkle its corners?
But that is for later.
For now, potential swells, deliberates
Starched newness softens in preparation for what is to come.