Poem #78

pixels float on a screen
deep blue and white hot
it’s the time in space
bouncing and twisting
move a muscle, it’s gone
stare and become one
wait for it to come back
skittish and temperamental
finally, here with exuberance
enjoy, breathe, wait some more
slow change but steady
watch it forever

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