pencils write a line of words
and in their time and space wear down
and just like us turn dull from overwork
but unlike us dive headfirst into sharpeners
grind back to life their points of view renewed
then dance on teeter-totter tables
in a coffee house of caffeine rings
with paper bridal white,
a waltz of words reveals lost truths,
confessions left unspoken.
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This poem was originally published in the book Paradise Loft, published by CAPS Press and Lightwood Press
Laurence Carr is the creator and publisher of Lightwood Press. His newest book is Strides: reflections on 6 acres with artwork by Edward M. O’Hara
