The essence of my yesterdays
Simmers over a low flame
Waiting for the first bubble to rise to the surface
A pinch sprinkled from above, floats
A tumble in slow motion in mid-air
A choreographed fall
Upon contact, melts
Dissolving into my tomorrows
Fusing the two as one
Interconnected, one bending the other
An unfinished work of abstract art
Never truly finished
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Originally posted June 28, 2019