THIS PEN:

This Pen and I are looking for a special place that has floated down and landed gently like a petal from some etheral flower.

Resting there with no road in or out I look at the pen with no contension no strife with no concept of more or less.

You see: I bought this pen from a man, I am reminded of the momentary joy I saw on his face a fellow human face, there at the Nicaraguan Costa Rican border town there amongst the turmoil the ruckus the noise, I saw a moment above it all, once upon that time.

This pen is wrapped in threads of red white and blue, with a tassel on the end.

Now: It reminds me as I use it and can share with it from him to me to you, and where next?

This pen and the other one a broken one, I can fix it I think.

                                                           Johnny G.