Spring rains 
down upon The City

Streets slick
with oil
leached up
from pavement

Sidewalks strewn
with pink cherry 
blossoms battered
off the trees

and the puddles - they are everywhere

street corners
stairwells
and random
low lying
intersections
flood
with rain water
and
detritus

I wrap myself
in the ordinary
uniform
of
Monday
dread
those meetings
spreadsheets
and the gnawing sense
that no matter what I do I will never be finished
soak me 
to the bone

That is when I hear 


Hunter-Wellington
calling out 
Come out, Come out wherever you are

That is when I do it

everyone else rushing
through the 4 way 
STOP
tightly gripping
umbrellas
briefcases
and
intentions

I stomp
wildly
into the deepest
of the puddles

Some scowl

I make my way across the street
puddle jumping
as though I were a stone
skipping across
a calm lake

Some giggle

Ka - Sploosh
I high step
through 
eddying edged
curbs

An old man 
in an old overcoat
Smiles as I pass
gloppy drops fall
from his kettle curl

"Nice boots!"

I wear my sunshine all day

NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 - Day 16
Based on the prompt at Poets on the Page - Puddle Jumping