Thursday, January 5, 2012

Small Stone, January 5




I wish I could write like this kid:
in five kinds of ink, and backwards in the notebook,
scratching out those silly sixth-grade thoughts
and writing in seventh-grade wisdom.

A line at a time, I would revise myself
into the story of my choosing,
with page after page of promise
and a pen still mostly full of ink.

2 comments:

Granny Kate said...

this is lovely! And you are 30 -- you've got 2/3 of a pen full of ink yet to go.

Granny Sue said...

ahhhh. I wish I could write like you, kid.