Thursday, April 3, 2008

Sixty-two: Lean-To

Words slammed in tiny
corners, unconscious, still. Please
steal me a pencil.

3 comments:

Simmerin Down said...

Tuck a pen, a glorious pen--you know you love 'em--into your shirt collar, Physics Teacher style, or in your pocket, elementary teacher style. Ever faithful, you'll always be ready.

EJG said...

words can be your friend
Or they can drive you crazy
when they hide from you

MJ said...

One of your best yet;
word personification
and a writer's angst.