Brass tip and polished wood.
Rifle embellished golden plate -
A cocking handle prepares the nib.
The flow is smooth -
The perfect weight.

Ideas of garbage -
Nothing new or sleek or pure.
Spilled brain-juice all that I endure.
Nothing new beneath the sun -
No words or thoughts equate 'the one'.

Nothing new, but still I write
In hopes I might
Produce the thing
That holds a ring -
A tune,
That people soon
Will sing and swoon
At just how beautiful the words feel.

Until then, more of the same.
But I'll eat my hat if you can say
As I write away
And you glance, now and then,
That this is not a damn good looking pen.

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A card, a tapestry, a box of nougat, and sachets of saffron from someone I helped recently. #LovelyGifts #LawyerLife