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A Small Little Puddle



For Natalie

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 the


birds of our hearts


must finally




Only the steel of love can dull a point of reasoning


and leave the knife




like a small








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



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