My Pencil Runs
My pencil plays in my hand....
Outside a card house that can barely stand...
I sketch a paper train on the wall...
Watch it travel from in a frame to the hall...
It passes through pictures from one to another...
From black and white scenes to colors that flutter...
The card house falls as the train pulls in...
And the path of my pencil tears a paper not thin...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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