Puddles on floor

Snow off boots
trickles down
glaciers waiting
dropping into town
smiles reluctant
cliches slow
cautious glance
is the way to go
look to the floor
instead of talking
keep it inside
’til it’s time for walking
wait for the chance
the end is ahead
you missed your dance
and now you’re dead.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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