I never liked
the way the puddles
felt, soaking my shoes
the icy pull on
my socks, the squelch
and the chill around
my ankles.
never trusted the
protection rubber boots
could give, because for
me they always sprung a
leak. and when spring showers
came, over the tops of
my cuffs and onto my shins
spat the water that
makes flowers weep
and bring forth more children.
but for all that rain...
my toes never sprouted
nothin' but backwards steps
into the wind.