Picking bits of fried fish off
the porridge, your heart races
to find an answer to why
two ants repel each other.
Two leaves' friction in mid-fall,
both pasting the pavement to point
in different directions like two South poles.
The magnet that kept you glued to
your food has long since repelled it -
rejected, the porridge sits cold. Two
flowers fall from a tree; the evening crowd
divides and merges like fish. Each a
stranger bearing no law
of attraction to each other.
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