Mud Puddles

Little boys playing in the brown mud

Toy dump trucks building reservoirs

Took a hose to fill it - with Water

God playing in the red dirt dug out

A human form only one time

Took a nose to fill it - with Spirit

Nothing's been the same since 

a bright electric green Carolina Anole 

in a Texas humid summer black oak tree 

while Vivaldi baroque sonatas and cannoli 

and coffee play and provoke the senses making 

sense of a scented blue paper origami turtle taking

time while a team of pea size featherlight flower balls 

go power racing down the baking black asphalt street 

tickling, having fallen from pink and white crêpe myrtle trees 

- Gary Edward Geraci