Puddle Dive

My laughter, dry leaves crumbling

Beneath your passive tread

Brittle smile, broken at the edges

Where time and wind have ravaged me

Those torrents of silence

Raging tempests of absence

That deluge of want

Beating me ragged with inevitability

Though I hold fast among the reeds and rushes

Currents will soon take hold of my path

Another hapless, broken piece of flotsam

Carried away upon rivers of wonder

Dumb-struck and pen-less

Where notebooks are far too sodden

For poetry

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