SUNLIGHT ON A WARM MUD PUDDLE

Robert Hartley reading poetry

 

 

 

 

SUNLIGHT ON A WARM MUD PUDDLE

It seemed
most certainly seemed
walking down the road
raindrops
echoing, on my mind
for a long time
Dripping
….from leaves
staring
looking for Peacocks
every day change
Did you ever?
wonder…
about an oily rainbow
about a friend
……warm
……free
……good
puddles of brown mud and
You
before me.

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