I write cursive on legal pads.

blank canvas

Added on by D.S. Hooker.
I realize now that there was no beaten path,
No grassy wayside fences or cobblestone roads,
No sunset sands with discreetly placed footsteps,
No wheat field landscapes that house the figures of those I once knew;
Just a blank canvas that stares,
Waiting for me to create the picture
That lay ahead.