Books of words so filled from living flesh
Now full of water in a vase and topped with fleeting flowers
Yet we pour moments of our lives into words for another time
Another paper recycling project

Sisyphus was glad to have a job to do, some say
Though the stone he toiled so to the top of the hill
Was soon again at the bottom
Job security

Fully forewarned, the fledgling writers
leave the conference
eager for the climb