one paper per minute not being read
one paper per minute finding frontiers
one paper per minute novel idea
one paper per minute hope of skimming
one paper per minute even in my field

one paper fills top to bottom
one paper lurks behind deadlines
one paper serves proof at the border
one paper yellows in a wallet pocket
one paper shades before pulping

one paper cradles four tiny pages
one paper masks naked desire
one paper mâché Cassanova crushes
one paper clip holds it together
one paper crane collects dust

one paper plane gyres about
one paper cut, please hold the lemon
one paper torn to frustrated bits
one paper crumpled and tossed
one paper crucified for its sales pitch

one paper fliped in mid-speech
one paper seen from both sides
one paper challenged by the wind
one paper turned to further note
one paper folded, spindled, mutilated

one paper returns in deinked 10% increments
one paper in a lifetime may be remembered
one paper alight quickly inspires a crisis
one paper agreement flimsily settles a crisis
one paper drifts down the road, forgotten.

No prompt other than daily life, my walking commute, my riding commute, the news, experience, memory, imagination… And all the washed up yellow.