A small thick ringed cake-like, glistening under a translucent sugary crust, fresh, soft and warm, turning damp and spot-blushing under your fingertips, break, as you exhale with every bite where both rows of teeth meet briefly…crumble, give in, disappear under a vanilla flavored breath. A doughnut.
Dainty, delicate and geometric. Float down in a drunken reverie to land belly up noiseless, lonesome and dizzy. White symmetric ephemeral wisps….waiting for an instant meltdown. A snowflake.
Half covered in sand and grass, the innards long gone and bleached pale grey. Treads faint and withered, where years have bared the white thread, soaked in rain, lies forgotten. An old tyre.
Nothing lasts forever.
Unless you take pictures, and frame them in an 8 x 10. Over a fire place, on a table.
Where you get to see it often.
Where it comes alive.
Again.
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