EDGE

In 1897 Virginia S
Was 15 and kept a journal;
On January 17 she wrote
“Found an old knife,
which I have polished
and sharpened and which
for the future
shall be my knife.”
For forty three more years
That sharp knife gleamed
And glinted and cut and
After she died (by stones
And water) the knife
Made its own way
Through this rough world.