A Knife
A knife conceals identity in the sheath
Utilization comes in to question when
Embedded in the bread when touched
Without a handle or a blade, invisible
Inanimate as objects might appear
Ultimately
How does it make impressions
Like skaters dancing over ice like butter
Or slicing through day and night
Never mind
It is a knife
That's all that matters
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016
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