The Pages Turn

a flip and a flap
noisy it is.

I press hard.
Keep a weight over them,
heavy as much.

The flutter stops.
I pursue with the task,
concentrating at length.

The door bell rings.
Disturbance again.
I have to answer.

I walk towards the door .
Happy to receive my old friend.


Return to work
Remove the weight,
in a haste. The pages fly.
Rush to gather them.

The iPad crashes.
It shatters
so does my work.