The World Is in Pencil

—not pen. It's got

that same silken

dust about it, doesn't it,

that same sense of

having been roughed

onto paper even

as it was planned.

It had to be a labor

of love. It must've

taken its author some

time, some shove.

I'll bet it felt good

in the hand—the

o

of the ocean, and

the

and

and the

and

of the land.