Monday, January 31, 2022

The Puddle

In the still waters of the seventh lake

her stoic face is 

glass-like under the stars

reflections of the magic heat

glow in a thousand twinkling seeds

meanwhile

my feet move 

fast, the passing cars

splash as neon gasses and huddled masses

push on through

it was just a moment that I saw her

because I stopped to look.


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