Slush

Slush is only troublesome

when feet dare to invade it:

smushing up involuntarily

to flush into interstices of shoe,

its vulnerable tentative integrity

is crushed into innumerable

anguished icy tears of existential

rue. Some moral here appears,

we fear, to shed a new grey light

on you and me and you.

Although we don’t fear it

too much. Mostly we were

looking for more rhymes

for “shoe” and “rue.”









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