Puddles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Puddles



Puddles lying on the ground reflecting things around them.
Splashing apart when passers-by ride upon them and closing back up slightly smaller until another arrival.
Night and day reflect within and children's faces fall within it's shiny grasp.
Only to have their little feet jump and splash their reflecting pictures in the street.

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