A kettle of boiling water,
Howling, screeching.
How does the liquid feel about evaporating
In the Frigid, winter air?
My candle melts, growing older, dimming.
It is change.
Moment to moment moving shadows of steam.
I smile.
A last note humming and gurgling,
“silly man.”
Categories: Manic Beatnik Riffing
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