Linda Stevenson #10 August 10 Blunted

Blunted

Let it go. Ease up.

Once papyrus, now

Egyptian highlights

stream across

your desk, musk

on leather.  Journals

are pasted up,

italics bold,

the reading lamp

as green

as the library’s was.

Enough.

I can still read

your latent

paragraphs, even as

our old sun sets;

and we know

the sharpest stylus

blunts at last.

Time out. No point

in hustling.