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.
