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Puddle


It is a puddle
that stops us
grabs our senses and imagination
with clammy claws;
drags us underground.
We hunker
plunge our fingers through the icy water
feeling the freezing, imperfect concrete beneath.
How is love like the puddle?
I cannot say.
But fall deep enough, you’ll find concrete.

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