BRUSHED
when she breezily
sashayed past
she unfortunately
brushed his newly
published anthology
onto the floor
and
all the words
spilled out cascaded
even broke up into
motes floating freely
motes settling down
motes and motes
leaving him just
a pile of letters
a molehill of
Times New Roman
and
a smattering
of Wingdings
scattered
all over the floor
and
then he
sadly picked up
a dustpan and brush
whimpering piteously
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and
deciding in future
he would go back
to the good old
clay tablets
and get a
new wife
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