Which way are you going?
What route will you follow?
Where will it take you?
03/31/2023 j.g.l.
puddles
So she said
from the shadows
we are all made of rain
fortified by silence
strengthened
from pain
Without it
we are dust
swiftly erased
by a breeze
With luck
we become puddles
or give rise
to the trees
How can
you know?
I queried
I must
Without rain
we have very little
to trust
I couldn’t quite fathom
her moral or muse
but she
created reality
I would not refute
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