a mixture for mud
when the tap poured
I felt like the flood
was on
when the tap shut off
I felt like the desert
had descended
and now, stillness. calm.
wind swept sand
is not covering my feet.
or stirred waves
are not lapping at my sides.
one could say
the defeat has created a wonderful puddle
of mud
but it’s important to distinguish
ingredients
from the final
creation.
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