Puddle
poetry
I dreamt that I was a puddle
Amorphous on a city street
Born from pipe, not from cuddle
I laid there, stabbed by feet
Up above shone the sun
Its painful rays shooting heat
While for most it was fun
I felt a lot less upbeat
Into vapor none can see
Nothing to do but to stare
While the radiance ate at me
I slowly boiled into the air
Into vapor, no longer me
As I boiled into the air
Nothing is left of me
For the radiance does not care