puddles

in the brief dance

that is a puddle's existence

there's so much

to be experienced.

if you ride

over these tiny lakes,

water will skootch up your legs

fill your shoes

soak your socks

spray up the back of your "waterproof" pants

and soak your underwear.

so you ride away

with something of the puddle

under your skin.

literally.

and figuratively.

'cause puddles are nexus points

in which the most subtle

beauty . . .

shadow

colour

and form,

is melded

in their

blue-grey

bodies.