Puddle Rituals MAG

February 8, 2018
By KDiGaetano BRONZE, Rockville, Maryland
KDiGaetano BRONZE, Rockville, Maryland
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We’re not done yet, you remind me.
New life shivers into every
grieving rainstorm.
Waking up to the clink of wind chimes
in the fog,
there is nothing I can be but grateful.
The telephone wire sings a dirge of slow rot and self-control.
A centipede inches across my windowsill –
legs moving to the drip of a melting waltz.



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