2/5/11
A simple, single, sheet of paper, creased widthwise in half,
With no intrinsic value. No one’s famous autograph.
No winning contest numbers, nor a secret ballot vote.
Not minted into currency, or stocks or banking notes.
No permit, ticket, license, or identifying proof.
No oracle’s prophetic wisdom, scribbled down forsooth.
Like thousands I have thrown away, this page unbound and plain,
Yet, priceless now, it’s surface inked forever with your name.
