Observing the Slow-Motion Fall of a Bagel Into a Pool of Milk

rotating, arcing
against a void, a blankness
a wall
its shiny skin
reflecting light
from a bulb
bending it, turning it
now it is soft
now it is still soft
and now
it is harsher
that bulb must be
a thousand watts
of hot
white
white

and now it is gone

and the light brown circle
now oval
now circle again
is about
to reach
the surface
it is a circle
it is an oval
and we hold
our breath
in anticipation

splash!

curving walls
of white
snake up
snake down
the ring
tosses
tilts
and tosses
some more

but now
it rests
it floats
and a thousand tiny ripples
run out from it
run away from it

they run
until they are gone
forever
like so many
onion-soaked
dreams
we once had






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