Rejoinder poem

 Trying my hand at poetry after a long time by my standards

A Poem inspired by one I read of Smitha Mohandas that I have turned around or inside out - thanks for the inspiration, Smitha, by making me read a good poem written by you carefully after a long time

The small, brown puddle

On the wet, muddy side-road

An ocean for two paper boats

After the rain,

Drifting away from each other

So near can yet be so far

His arms lay robotic by his side

To not touch her fingers wet from raindrops

While her thighs trembled for their touch.

So near can yet be miles

A hand's span in a puddle

For paper boats

Oceans wide. The water getting in

Drowning, making the paper a thick, soggy green

Sinking.