cubed

Poem #98 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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he placed a cube
of sugar
in a glass of water

watched it slowly
melt away

.
.
.

he placed a cube of sugar
in a glass of water

watched it slide around
on a surface
of ice
he twirled the glass
to a clinking sound

.
.
.

he placed
a cube of sugar
into a beaker
where water
bubbled in the glass

watched it disappear
as though
it had never been there
at all

.
.
.

nothing stays the same
not even the time
it takes


© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #99: shallow waters

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