for Donna
I confess
that I not only write, I draw.
I do not know
what is responsible for either,
but I’d guess
that neither could take place
without some agency
imparted by my paw.
And just now,
talking on the phone with you,
this face is
what the pencil I was holding drew.
(As usual, came
through without a fuss.)
Let us suppose it has to do with us..
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