Puddles

Written Oct. 3, 2020

Distorted puddles on warm colored ground

Only there to teach a lesson

A lesson of beauty, lesson of pain

Broken record players hidden beneath

Duplicating by the minute

Void of hesitation and sympathy

Tick, tick, tick, the handle won't stop the click

The music below will speed up

But the handle will stick to the cycle

Drip, drip, drip, clouds don't care where they hover

Puddles get biggest in the dirt

Drops of clear water form craters in mud