The Cold, Coloured Squares
The cold, coloured squares
led to a deep pool
where Paul swam.
He took the diving board most times,
or jumped from the uneven side.
I cannot believe Paul wanted to drown,
but he always talked about it
before he went to the pool.
He took the diving board most times,
or jumped from the uneven side.
The autopsy was not good...
Let it be said that I always jump
from the even side,
and that I do not count obsessively
the cold and coloured squares.
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8/16/2015
Contest - January 2019, Any Form,
Any Theme
Sponsor - Brian Strand
1st place win
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