• Hurdle race • (5/7)
from past few days
my poems are a stuck record
an electron around the nucleus
letters without stamps and address
I have abandoned the idea of treating
this, as a hurdle race I need to win
I trip over our memories face first
and I see no finish line
I have jumped over puddles all my life
this should have been easy
this is a grey ocean, no little puddle
So, maybe the only way is through
and not over it
I am diving, outstretched arms
head in between --
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