Opus 66

a yellow wooden pencil
tube like
and pointed at one end
rubbery and red at the other
is surprisingly hexagonal.

the black lead peeks out uncertainly
waiting to serve some purpose
unknown to its imprisoned
eraser head.

the marriage between the eraser
and the pipe of lead
within the trunk of wood
is discreetly hidden
by a thin metal crown.

this pencil has already lost it's virginity
leaving thin marks intelligible to something
somewhere.

it's larger than an ant,
and smaller than an elephant,
but then so are a great many things.