I stepped in a bit of love
this morning
on my way home when
I wasn't in my normal stride.
Funny it seemed
to be waiting there for me
as I stepped off of the sidewalk
and into the gutter.
A mounded reconstitution of rain
like a dog pile ready to fill my world
with a squishy pungent odor.
Now that I have the stain
on my sole
I cannot gain its absence.
Love and my existence has not
been lately discovered but with me
all the while.
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