Mud Puddle
What took you
Long, she asked,
To come home
From school
It was the
Mud puddle
My brother said
He had to walk
Around a
Mud puddle
He got in trouble
Because he forgot
To say the mud puddle
Was large and fascinating
He forgot to say
He stopped to throw rocks
In it, steer small
Wooden ships across it
And wage imaginary wars
The mud puddle was
Intriguing and complex
And time ran away
From him
He got in trouble
Because he didn’t
Explain the nuance.
Life is a lot
Like a mud puddle.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
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