12/10/89 For Natalie A Small Little Puddle   I see it one way You see it another While no one can agree with both Lovers enjoy the argument Does my point of view blind you to your humor? I usually judge things differently Who Cares? Only the confidence of feeling proves the constant branch on which this bird must finally rest Only the steel of love can dull a point of reasoning and leave the knife flat like a small little puddle     There is no concern over a small well when the whole countryside is flooded with water on every side. When the mind ceases in loves feeling paradox, then the knives of angular reasoning melt into small puddles