Friday, March 23, 2012

Pencil Dick

Investigating debris in my backyard,
I came across a yellow no. 2 pencil
just lying there in the grass.
My breathing and bones were fine
as I noted that narrow fellow.

I wondered only about the mystery
of why someone would walk into
the middle of my yard and dump,
not a body, but a graphite clue.
I had no client or hope for a score

but still I took the case, deducing
that the skell was an errant student
or perhaps a pencil-pusher tossing
contraband; no doubt he was not
the sharpest pencil in the box.


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