For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem involving lines. There are several possible lines you could write about: shopping lines, pick-up lines, lines from movies or songs, lines drawn in the sand, lines that should not be crossed (physically or emotionally), and so on. If all else fails, remember: All poems consist of lines.

I tell my beginning drawing students there is no such thing as line.
(though i love line and the week before told them to draw
every kind of line they could possibly make).
This week, there is no line
A line is just a concept.
There is no such thing as a physical line
just value next to value.

the birds i love again are back
aligning on the straight length of wire that is not a line,
as it was not last year,
the starlings, their wire, their pause and direction, just deeper blues
in a field of blues
in a field, deep field, of black, expanding

This is how painters see things.
the space between the nucleus and the path (not a line) of the electron
probably a color of some kind
probably very hard to get right

the direction of gaze
not a line with beginning or end
but a field in which one can suddenly lift in a startled
movement of living.