am i too shallow

to hold

a cup of salty water

watch it spill

from this intrepid mind?

you, on the opposite

side of me

hold a bucket

overflowing… tears salty

but clean

never a fair match to the creeks, ponds, rivers, lakes and oceans

that fall over me.

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