in the city and
in the countryside fell
while we were sleeping...
our makeshift homes
and mental retreats that
form of loose fellowship
of souls or so they say...
puddles in the valley side
of the mountains tall,
puddles in the streets of
our town written in the story
long ago... rain falling in
a constant rhythm down
day after day... relentless
as they say... not just a
metaphor but a statement
of reasoning that is as
profound as it is shallow
in its implications... while
puddles on the ground are
mostly avoidable it we are
willing to step around them.
20 February 2023
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