Puddled Sky

Overnight the storm walked the block, rinsing hopscotch squares into a watercolor map. Pink into blue, into sun-faded yellow. Numbers swollen and blurred at the edges. The curb smells like iron. Earthworms climb the seams between slabs. In shallow puddles, rowhouses stand on their heads; the sky puddled underfoot. A bottle cap sleeps in the […]

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