Pencil
Shavings
Pencil
shavings
a pencil
Gray graphite
Peering through
Its cuts and scrapes
Bleeding through
as it sheds
Shavings into ever newness
So far from its origin
Back
Far back
Wind
Breeze
Crying
Another layer
Falls helpless to the blade
Littering with
A little more of me
Leaves
A tree
The journey
Just get through
That proverbial door
And leave some
pencil shavings
Along the floor
This
is my tree
Legacy
a pencil
Pencil
Shavings