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This week’s poem is Ann E. Burg’s All the Broken Pieces.

Maybe love is like
a monsoon rain.
When it rains
really hard and heavy,
it seems like
it will never end
and we’ll swim in mud forever.

But then the wind shifts,
and the earth grows
dry and cracked.
Every gurgle and ooze
tiptoes away
and we’re left wishing
and waiting
for rain again.

Maybe love is like that.
Maybe the wind shifts
and love just tiptoes away.

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