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drenched in the downpour—

the feet, now reckless,

find a playground in every puddle

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In the heart of the city
the boy runs,
he leaps and arrives
in every puddle
until he is drenched,
dazzlingly wet.
His laugh is the laugh
we forget is always here
waiting to be laughed
come sun, come rain.

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six

why prefer?
the piñata before the strike
or just after

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mud puddle
only the moon
doesn’t jump in

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though tattered
I clutch at them, these shreds
of who I was

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knitting the last row
I consider unraveling
the whole scarf

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the sun takes me
by the hand—the mountain
can’t be tall enough

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not the song
that made us look up but
the sound of wings

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