Ode to the Ordinary

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I love to write odes.

An ode gives me permission to slow down and pay attention. It asks me to look again at what I might otherwise overlook. A pencil. A weed. A coffee cup. The ordinary object becomes worthy of consideration. Worthy of praise. Here is an ode I wrote several years back which is also a poem as much about revision. 

O, Pencil
Glenis Red…