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.
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