Poem for Now
Read this today and it may be gone in minutes
Like cotton candy, alas, not as sweet
Simmering on my fingers
Shooting onto the screen and making no noise
But when another reads them, there is wattage
Low or high fidelity
Moving or static
Crash goes the keyboard
The mouse scurries across the wooden table
Cheese
Smile
Did you feel it?
Photos:P. Busch
The low spark of high heeled boys .