My pen moves along the pagelike the snout of a strange animalshaped like a human armand dressed in the sleeve of a loose green sweater.

My pen moves along the page like the snout of a strange animal shaped like a human arm and dressed in the sleeve of a loose green sweater.

There are many that I miss,having sent my last one out a car windowsparking along the road one night, years ago.

There are many that I miss, having sent my last one out a car window sparking along the road one night, years ago.