Privileged Pencil
Guided by the writer's hand
it skates across page after page,
in complete abandon,
relishing the journey.
A short visit now and then
to the cut of the blade,
its red-lacquered coat
shredded to shavings.
Down to the nub, its eraser gone,
a last soft gasp,
a Frisbee fling into the trash.
Its life springs forth
each time a reader
walks through the pages.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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