Long, she asked,
To come home
From school
Mud puddle
My brother said
He had to walk
Around a
Mud puddle
Because he forgot
To say the mud puddle
Was large and fascinating
He stopped to throw rocks
In it, steer small
Wooden ships across it
And wage imaginary wars
Intriguing and complex
And time ran away
From him
Because he didn’t
Explain the nuance.
Like a mud puddle.
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