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Christy Crutchfield

Today Everything is a Lake

 

 

The plan is to run until I can’t feel the weather, to be unconcerned

with these advancing puddles.

 

I want the sun to make everything endless, even if I learned to run in the cold.

The plan is to run

 

until you turn around and find me knee-deep in the water.

I’ll be the one sobbing

 

making noises I’ll never admit to. There will be ice in my shoes.

I want to tell you that today every lawn has a current.

 

I want to tell you that this is an endless puddle, that ducks will float here

waiting out spring

 

and we’ll never know where this path spits us. I’ll want to be right and I won’t.

 

The plan is to turn a corner and find a dry runway

Cesnas coming in for soft landings.

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