I can’t put things down,
unlike a child,
I find this one perfect.
Words escape the throat
and they shovel a moat of distance
that I can’t cross.
Ruby, you have the oars
and I can’t swim,
Meet me in the middle
and we can paddle together.
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I can’t put things down,
unlike a child,
I find this one perfect.
Words escape the throat
and they shovel a moat of distance
that I can’t cross.
Ruby, you have the oars
and I can’t swim,
Meet me in the middle
and we can paddle together.
Beautiful poem, Sam. Well done!
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