A grasshopper slides.
Jumping from a rain slick leaf,
sending ripples through beaded raindrops,
-bouncing and exploding-
in the green on green
of a static ozone overlay,
mingling with scorched asphalt.
August’s cocktail of sun shower liberation.
I’m bare feet in a black sundress,
standing in a concrete dipping puddle,
swirling toes in innocent thought,
kicking up chrysanthemum blooming waterworks,
catching sunlight in prismatic splendor,
trickling down my sun soaked legs,
fingers trailing the subtle tickle.
My soul communing with the muddied earth.
E.A. O'Connell
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