"drop a thought"
“drop a thought” by Lia Low
i
drip
drops that
never stop. drops
that ripple endlessly
but shrinkingly. it is pos-
sible to protect you from my
flood of my ifs and my whys with
an octagonal shield made of nylon or de-
cency. you would think my compassion would
shine enough light over you to clear my cloud
from your pathway, to prevent puddles be-
neath your feet. the clouds only thin,
and the rain still pours.
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