New Poetry from Anne Witty

cabildoquarterly:

Sho-do
The Way of Calligraphy

The testing of pens
must be my first work
today—which ones flow

with ink, which nibs leave
only faint scratches,
small hints on paper,

which wait to be cleaned
since the last words jammed
in dried-up channels.

Once words flooded in,
an unruly stream—
my pens now…