A saturation of letters descending
From my brain to my hands
As I told the story about Tom.
He singed while strolling solemnly
Through the dispersing daisies that
Waltzed when wandering in the wind.
My fingers were unstoppable.
Tom was in front of me,
talking to me.
Potently pondering on his stories
One after the other,
As I attentively listened to them
Transforming everything to letters.
Tom grabbed pictures by the back of his pockets
About his occasional journeys,
And candid actions,
while I transformed this melting pot of events
into one piece of literature text.
A knock on the door.
I glanced away from the paper.
Into the door
Looked back again,
Tom had disappeared…