Literature: Local poetry selection: The Puddle Inside Me

Dark cumulus storm clouds frown on my figure

Showering me with melancholy tear drops

Bleak winds nip at my now crimson cheeks

I scramble to the shelter of my old Pontiac

In the frigid drivers seat I plant my bum

Raindrops continue to scatter across my windshield

Thunderclaps echo as each drop explodes upon impact

The scattered driplets combine into one and quickly descend

down the face of my window and into a puddle within my soul.

Overwhelming my heart with great sadness and grief

Only the celestial sun can dry up this puddle inside me

filled with heavens tears of unmeasured rapture.

From the June 22-28, 2005, issue

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