Thursday, November 18, 2010


The puddle is filled
Drops splashing from above
Small splotches and dampnesses
Joining in rivers
Flowing they grow
And pool
Salty rivulets following along the creases
Etched and folded
Testing the watershed
Looking for the path
Not resisting
Not insisting
Only settling in the low places
Only waiting
Mostly wishing
Probably praying
That a warm breeze and white hot light
Will gently lift the liquid
Empty the puddle
And so evaporated
And so emancipated
Go on.

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