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Pump

Pump

It was an anonymous
part of the present.

It bore imprints of percolating gears enmeshed into
a tentative wheel that turned
back the tap of hours

streaming, streaming,
at the end of a handle

– a tear-like dream, a sadness in uproar.

3 thoughts on “Pump”

  1. Dear Irina, I love your poem.
    Our works pass so wonderful together.
    You’r am Inspiration for me!

  2. Bread requires two main ingredients: water and flour.
    Both exist independently yet neither can claim primacy in the mix.
    Then comes the kneading and the melting of the souls together with a drop of yeast.
    However, the very best bread has an ingredient that one can never overlook: soul.
    The “bread” you two make together has it all.
    Congratulations.

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