Disagreement
There is no aspect of driven snow
in me.
It is more a coffee coloured mud puddle
of emotions, views, theories, testimonies.
Just as I settle and clear
someone walks through my
equilibrium
and muddies me with a slant on
an issue
that ripples with credibility
stirring me to the depths of my
muddies mind.
I am not isolated on a mountain top
where purity is driven to rest
by querulous winds.
I am on the street
where people walk through me
and curse when I leave
splotches of muddy intrusion
on trouser legs.
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