An Ode to a Pencil


Silver-grey linesbecome wisps, spiritslike seagull wings in flightcapturing impermanentimperfectrushes of ideas, whichto me are more stunning than final drafts.You are worth morethan bubbles on answer sheets,short essays in high school.You deserve to becomea novela love notea sonnetpoetic devices stretched out along blue horizons.You should be bowed to,your wooden soul propped on a pedestaland worshipped by... Continue Reading →

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