Mud Puddle Contra
I stepped in a puddle
of mud. It was in a rut in
the road.
It splashed on my pant leg and
I couldn't clean it up up by hand.
I was angry. I wasn't too much hurt.
Today. I came back. The sun had been
shining and now it is just dirt.
Copyright © Jesse Rowe | Year Posted 2018
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