Ripples in street puddles
Are the footsteps
Of rain
They’re the delicate swarm
So fragile
To be broken and smashed
As soon as they touch
Ground
So many glass femurs
Frozen for so long
In the sky
Bellowed by
Whales
Until they leave their legacy
With the tracks of
Their journey down
Tales and destinies left
In the hands of the superstitious
Who carved their designs
Consume Reality! 