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Chris Ritchie
Puzzle
Can love ever be wasted?
If the answer is no,
Where does it go
When you don’t take it?
Does it cover the land
With flowers and weed?
Does it rise to great height
And clings to dark clouds
To fall hard on distant roofs?
Or it loiters at home
Clasping my lungs
As I pray for fast sleep?
And with each breath
That feels like the last
(As if I knew)
I ponder and muse
What happens to love
If you can’t find its use.
Can it be drowned in tears?
Sent in a letter to a terrorist?
Given to a suicidal neighbor?
Or it becomes a white elephant
with clumsy paws smashing the silver?
A Trojan horse just bearing war?
And what happens to us
if yes is the answer?
©Chris Ritchie
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