puddles

rivers
stuck on asphalt
watch the mourning mist that
wakes a tender wave:
mellow ruffles swimming in the
depths of watered rifts,
cobblestone collections of the rain

green grows in the open breath
but sleeps half-open in the clouds, and
blue chants the sky stretching
here to melt the colors binding

the whisper streets tread the
gentle quiet--the murmured town of
grey dust shimmer.
muted strikes against the pavement
hum their thousand mumbles, lifting
somnolent strides, blinking
yellow thunder

above its broken ballad
floats a diary to the wind
"search the shy sun," dreams its words in
brighted hues, but water paints the
pages damp to hush the thoughtful ink

yet
a pair of valiant boots
pint-sized and young,
animate the sunken raindrops,
vanish beneath the surface-skimmed.
drizzles dance on puddles settling and
ripples climb the air and swell
but between the the liquid whirls and
rubber leaps

who
        stirred
                     first?