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Don't Look Under the Lid

Don't Look Under the Lid

I can just put the lid over myself

And no one will see the tiny bubbles,

The soup of life simmering inside.

Add heat and the soup begins to boil.

No one takes notice

Until the dramatic moment

When the boiling soup overflows.

The lid no longer able to contain

All the chaos inside.

Poem and Photography by Delaine Swearman


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