RE: Solutions

Every year I lay a sheet of starchy vellum
Over the passing one I've ruined

With doodles in the margins
And wrinkled circles where tears fell.

I mistake the new one for a clean slate,
Pretending that the places where the quill rested

Leaving a pool of ink
Don't show through, but even if they didn't I would remember.

Still, I slowly turn the page over
And think of all I plan to choose differently.

But as I lay it over the top, I dogear the corner.
Perfect is overrated.

--Brandon Payne