INTELLECTUAL ENCOUNTER

(’95)

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– Pencil meets blank page…
Pencil scribbles a few words,
waits for reaction from page,,,

– Page doesn’t say anything –
pencil feels bolder,
writes a line, then another,,,

– Nothing can stop pencil now,
writes this, writes that…
page begins to feel
it’s being taken for granted,,,

– Shouts, “Hold it pencil!
you’re all over me,
what do I get out of this?”

– ‘Why, Page, we work together,
I show you & you show the world,
I’m the vehicle, you’re the highway,
I’m the wave, you’re the shore.’

– Page thinks about it,,,
“you know,” says page, “I guess—
some of us are born to pencil,
& others are born to page.”

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