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THE PUDDLES ARE ALMOST ALWAYS BLACK
Shirley Gothen
This bus stop was cold
yesterday but now I can
barely breathe. My chest
heaves and lurches
as the blood flow stops
like that time when I saw
you for the first. Time
apparently does not forgive.
Neither do hearts that slide
down wet concrete drains
to the surging rush of filth
while these here puddles
are almost always black.
Black like nights where I can't
bring myself to weep your name,
and black like my soul
that can no longer think
of things in shades of gray.
Shirley Gothen has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Shirley's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Shirley's latest works: