Playing in Rain

The squish in my step
Tells me I am alive
My shoes, like wet handballs
Slap down upon the
Glazed black street
(Slapping feet, slapping feet)
I am chasing a splash,
Yet only capture
poignant echos,
leading me,
step upon step,
like a metronome,,
ticking in the blood,
into that next colorful step
One step (slap),
after the other (slap)
each repetitive echo
affirming, I am alive!

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