“scraps we hold” 8.28.2018

a scrap of paper

a scrap of words

a scrap of film

is all you’ll have

when I’m gone

(and these electrical impulses).

I circle my index and thumb

together

as if searching for a grain of sand

or

of a trace of man – so soon gone.

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life is a tenuous lot, be thankful for what ya got…