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MY LOVE

1

As love settles briefly

on a houseplant,

a shoe,

and with steady purpose

keeps moving

until it climbs the wall,

the sun

2

They say hate is love

turned sour

because it was unwelcome

where it paused.

More often, love’s worn thin

by wrapping itself

around unwieldy things

3

Let our eyelids

lie flat

and spread

like lily pads

beside themselves

on a murky pond