Saturday, June 28, 2014

His Pencil – v2

Sitting down, the kitchen table
late lunch, lot going on
the busyness of life present.
His pencil, well, not exactly,
sitting there on the table
a cascade of memory.

Such a vivid image,
a rich visual memory
a Ticonderoga 2 5/10, medium
that same yellow and green,
same script of the lettering
But this was different than his.

His pencils, Ticonderoga No. 3, (hard/fine).
Always sharpened, ready for use,
the sharpener screwed to the desk,
each pencil, always, seemingly, full length,
a full, untrammeled, pink eraser
somehow they always were so,
or so my memory is, clear,
even forty some years on

His pencil, his precision,
his desk always neat,
his care for details
no clutter that I can remember
a rich flood of the thoughts of him
while sitting down
for a moment of peace, lunch
at the kitchen table.


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edited June 28, 2014
His Pencil – v2
February 7, 2009
His Pencil
(only a Ticonderoga No. 3)
Dixon Ticonderoga Pencils

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