Puddle Leaving

Wearing only shorts the boy
gallops across the puddle
leaving ripples like a rock
skipped across a lake
except he makes shore
where mud squishes
between his toes
like earthworms escaping
rain-saturated lawn,
and he slaps the surface
into rainbow arcs splashing
over his torso dripping rivulets
like a newly washed window
now streaked as sunshine
inspects footprints evaporating
up the sidewalk.

Diane Webster has worked 30 years at the same newspaper moving into different departments over the years. Her work has appeared in Illya’s Honey, River Poet’s Journal, The Hurricane Review and other literary magazines.

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