ARTIST Poem: AS I WRITE, by John Valerio

I think
as I write
with a pensive pencil
loaded with lead
with a mind of its own
filled with meanings and words
only a pencil can know

My hand moves
according to its will
feeding me thoughts
while the page takes its fill
from lead and wood
just as I would
if only I could
think for myself

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