Rain Puddles
They have no place to stay, no permanence,
these casualties of warring clouds,
but gather where they fall and collect,
reflecting patches of the passing day,
blue, gray, and at night distant stars.
Their stay is but a day or two
then shrink and disappear, taking
with them piecemeal memories
of what they could not hold on to.
It will not be that way with us.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2023
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