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LOVE POEM (WITH POORLY DRAWN FROG) by Glen Armstrong

I want to watch our ripples

converge,

 

our rough edges

 

playing leapfrog in the moonlight.

When we are together,

 

the very idea

 

of aquariums seems cruel

and absurd,

 

the very idea of a world,

limiting.

 

Do I sound soulful and noble

 

as I speak your name?

I am astonished

 

as your pronunciation of mine

divides it

 

like a sushi roll.

 

Some ancient soul

watches us

 

then returns to her own time

to invent woven cloth.

 

The weird little frog

 

in the cartoon

says, “This is destiny.”

Glen Armstrong, 56, lives in Waterford Michigan. He teaches at Oakland University.

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