Poem

About erasures

I have jammed a kneaded eraser
on the top of this pencil
to more accurately anticipate
the weight of errors
I will generate as I fashion
this world of mine.

I feel them now
in my fingertips
as this pencil is more
cantilevered than grasped
more tentative than resolute

and more live - like the will of the tiller
confounding the course of the mate.

July 2010