Zemde

Sidewalk Puddles

A shattered piece of sky

lies on the damp concrete

that stretches out like a railroad

at the end of my driveway.

A stained-glass plate

of volatile cotton balls.

It remains piece-full

until trampled underneath

the rubber soles of those

who\'s necks crane continuously downward.

Why do they muddle it so

if it\'s only trying to help them

see the heaven they are missing?