Sidewalk Puddles

Zemde

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?

  • Author: Zemde (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 25th, 2021 02:11
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  • Caring dove

    Really like this 🙂I like how you have given the puddle some feelings , and there’s some sadness there at the end of the poem ... as if those who walk by do not think of the puddle at all . I especially like the last few lines



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