This entry is part 4 of 34 in the series Small World


This screen where I type is the only light
in my dark house

a fly walks up & down
& over the blinking cursor

last night I watched the sky for half an hour
& only saw two meteors

one text insertion point every 15 minutes
that’s no way to write

cursor is Latin: not one who curses
of course but one who runs

it’s the transparent sliding part
on a slide rule

a door disguised as a window
fooling only flies & stargazers

pick up your grave said Jesus
& follow me

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