a
single
pencil
can
make
a
line
thirty-
five
miles
long,
and
I
wonder
how
many
miles
of
poems
per
pencil—
and
wouldn’t
it
be
amazing
to
have
poems
scrawled
all
across
America—
323.1
million
pencils
worth—
all
of
them
sharpened
not
to
point
at
each
other
but
to
write
the
words
that
must
be
said,
telling
our
stories
and
leading
us
in
looping
lines
ever
closer
to
each
other