poem: dear pencil dear pencil

chadwick

dear pencil dear pencil,

could you become
and when you have already
would you release the alarm sounding for our home
i will get my camouflage outfit
stand outside
still perfectly the woods and this being me
i have become here
where here has forever been one day (today) short of excellence and for every owl
my chest a course hole housing hooting wisdom
somehow you will become floral here underneath i going to limbs with each
every and most squirrels flying fuzzy tailed with star groups or meteor showers
and the challenges of deep water somewhere near out held beneath all our breath

all because love through kissing builds, builds and creates sheer records
all pine cone shelters, all oak leafs standing or fallen rotten in pile
or on flame
natural from sky or torches
the fuel of greed, waste, ignorance and starvation
but back to massaging you and i like sky to cloud
like earth to nature tones and the artwork of romancing sticks, stones, snowflakes
and simplistic grass works
as if staining the planet’s floor green and brown
woken from gathered sunbeams thrown down as if to say yesterday you had roots growing upwards
whereas tonight your charm shines aglow like harvest or gold and diamonds
given to every woman coming home from the south beauty heat
cold north hard winters like moose
and their breasts drug across western mountains bright and full of wishes and lights full and on like candles on castles and to the beginning of the eastern sky opening each day with the wrapping of its great coat around each of our shoulders