19-line free verse.
Disk 1 spins.
And it spins.
And it shines.
It reflects.
When it plays
it skips
over accidental scratches.
On its axis,
the world spins
so pleasantly.
But in the disk player in my cranium
the world gets skipped.
I don’t know what I missed.
I don’t know what I did.
It seems like something just happened
that would typically take just a second
but I plumb don’t remember it happening.
An Instant
has passed.
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