Cherish

The lake shaped rain puddle, hue of a wet cave wall that drips limestone, distorts the captive sunlight. The Sun becomes a gold-tiatian rose that floats. The ripples are spiders crawling. Daddy-Long-Legs. Like the ones crossing her bathroom wall, this morning, or threading their webs,while she showered. The pond next to her Uncle's house buoys a blanche skin-colored raft whose cracks sift the wind, tickling her body. And at Dawn, is an ornament on silent, still water. The puddle mirrors a rain cloud moving and swelling ' til it bursts.Drops pucker the surface of the puddle, that is beginning to rush to a drain. Her mocha skin has pock marks. She rubbed her forehead and chin with thick cloud-colored ointment, years ago. Her cheeks are RED roses. The puddle, after the clouds have slid away, un-bandaging a heavy blue sky, glistens like her scarred face after running in the storm. Like the wet newly paved streets, near Home.