where does my love go?
to the plant
that needs water
the child at my feet
my mature (sort of) husband
it is
like a soft, stretchy blanket
that fits around two sets of toes
the more there is
the more I feel
love, a resource, infinite
feeds only off of itself
no need for the crackle
of the day's sun
or a sprinkle of rain
love
it is close
and everywhere
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