reflecting upon myself
in the puddle that always spans
the bottom of the street
after a storm
according to this
I’m unstable
but my feet seem to be
holding the ground
here comes a car to stir the waters
and wipe me out
my feet hold their ground
as I’m drenched with the spray
I don’t care enough to move away
feet on the ground
soaked through
it’s tuesday
rain’s over
car’s gone by
still here
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