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My Pen

April 4, 2011

My Pen

I am glad I bought a new pen.
It has become a true friend.
With it my script is finer.
The words it chooses to write
are different than before. 

I marvel at its proclivity.
I want to sleep. It wants to move.
Swiftly across the page in bold strokes.
My hand needs to catch its breath!
Slow down! 

Why it chooses such forsaken hours is beyond me –
Pens have not lives of their own.
Though for all its irritation,
strangely I love it,
and fear the day it runs out of ink.

Ray Brown

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