Sunday, June 14, 2020

I heard love was running out





So, I thought,
I’ll be out of love?
or nearly?
I have none in the bank?
None to be had at the store?
Love has run out.
I always thought it was plentiful,
that I could dip my hand in the creek,
come up with enough for a mouthful.
That it poured off mountains,
city streets were awash in it.
Every subway train, cross-town bus
contained it like the pool man’s
tanker truck full of love
coming to fill my pool.
I will stand here, chin up,
mouth open and wait
for replenishing.


©2020 Muriel Thumm

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