The Art of Finding a Pen

I stepped on a pen.

I stood up to look for one,

then stepped right on it

It did not appear out of thin air,

the universe did not deliver it to me

I found it because I was looking.

Published by JoshPreston

Poet, Philosopher, and Pun-man View all posts by JoshPreston

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