Rainy Reminiscence

Today, I saw

A standing wave

In the gutter

By the street.

In that curling

Hydraulic

Rode this stick.

Really neat!

And as I watched

The rains subside

That stick broke free

Its wild ride.

I thought, that’s not

Unlike ourselves,

Riding waves

That rose and fell.

So like that stick, 

I traveled on

My morning’s journey 

not yet done.

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