Puddles

Can you see it

That memory clear as day

I can

Just a surely as rain

Settles down and sits

In these puddling ways

And with reflecting means

Always come to an end

With each following day

And yet

That is what

Makes its all the more special

When a reflective pool as such

Can stay for a second day

And with such a gleaming gleaming smile

Be alive as such

Dispite its impermanence

With no chamce to survive

Or thrive

Still

In stillness

It shines

This is the second day puddles way