From pants to fingers

Letters look for being, condensing and swirling in the liquid of space.  I give them life, and sigh and stand and stretch, wiping them clean from my trousers, again.  White powder, little spoon, water – black – swirls to brown.  A moment in time lost forever as I move from keyboard, to coffee pot, back to keyboard.

by Paul Bourgeois, October, 2016

 

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