Read by Rabbi Neil Blumofe
Yellow pencil,
so shiny and narrow,
taste of wood,
without you, I’ll be doomed—
You help me write
all the things I have in mind:
running farther on my morning jog,
cuddling with my dogs at night,
life and the evening sky.
Yellow pencil,
why are you so fundamental?
All I hear is scratch scratch scratch
you doing your job.
Yellow pencil,
I need you,
I made a mistake
and you help me erase.