Plucking poems in mud

I go into the very slush of words
To pluck poems in recent movie.

Boy and girl kiss in squishy mud
As in circus feat high in the roof.

We yawn deep in  slushy movie.
As kiss takes place in stark mud.

Love comes out of the slushpile
A poem for the day from  night.

(after watching a movie “Rangoon”)

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