Good Things

After the poem Three Good Things by Jan Dean.

At week's end, I remember

three good things.

Maybe pencils, with their quiet apt of strokes

for a gravelly ground,

or a fading, fraying edge, or a feather,

or a pamphlet of zebra

stripe.

Maybe glass, for when it never lets me miss the details,

the detail behind a history,

haberdashery sho...

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