A grain of summer scenes
With the speck of dust that I had in my eye
The spiral of my thoughts gave me grain to grind.
Did I have a Grain?!
The beach then tamed my grain of madness.
The grains of skin that mingled with the grains of sand.
The moles under the protected index,
Did the mustard seed freelance.
I then counted the grains up to the carats
We had to separate the chaff from the words and the grain from the things,
To add my grain of salt
And make me witness to this grain of freedom.
The grain of my film then captured the light rays
Before a grain of summer takes away the light.
Eric Lepeingle
