I noticed the g.
My cheap mechanical pencil
rapped an underline flourish--
the first time I've been
transfixed by something I wrote.
Terrible cursive,
bent hand blue books,
and a scattershot elementary meander
(too many pedagogies
for a lefty shy reader)
spelled a young boy
waiting to learn a keyboard.
Today, when I spill my acid guts
on page after page
the unpleasant litmus test
is alleviated by this arc-right lower g.
And now I watch
for the rare full word
to bring a spine shiver
to this pre-common calligrapher.
Roman Ryan 