scritch-scritch, thinner still.
Sharper, every spinning fleck.
Then touching scritch
around and round.
Leave trails of ashen acrid
brimstone on the cobble.
- Grinder’s Monkey
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This is about learning.
Sometimes, I feel like an organ grinder’s monkey. Sometimes, it’s nose-to-grindstone knife sharpening.
The work/evidence of learning is what’s left behind on the street