Ball of Crumbs

BALL OF CRUMBS

one by one he collected

his crumbs

yellow, orange, blue crumbs

coarse green crumbs

he looked at broken statue

let it crumble in his hands

little sparkling crumbs

mixing in with coloured crumbs

tiny last crumbs

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fell inside the wooden box

covering the bottom  nothing more

 little coloured some sparkling crumbs

he closed the box

as a silent tear wrinkled down his cheek

he walked outside in misery

went down the garden path

with a trowel in hand

slowly but certainly he dug the last resting place

of crumbs nothing more then crumbs

he opened the box for the last time

to say some final words

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when he picked up some crumbs to shape a ball

inside the ball of his hand

slowly turning shaping adding

more crumbs

the ball grew inside his hands

until no crumbs were left inside the wooden box

he stood up with the ball still rolling inside his hands

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inside he placed the ball on the south facing windowsill

 looking at all them coloured tiny sparks 

table was moved in front of the ball of crumbs

took his typewriter sat down

with a white piece of paper winding down inside 

he stretched his long skinny fingers out to the sky

started writing letter by letter a changing letter

after Subject: came the relieving word

resignation

with closed lips he whispered towards the ball of crumbs

thank you

for my sparks and colours in my vision

letter by letter he wrote, patient polite words

left with his hand-written name and signature bigger than all letters

he left to start again

a ball of crumbs

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