Puddle Grime

[kdsugar]

I watch
As people unconsciously
Avoid puddles.

Puddles
A dingy grey
With cigerette butts,
Paper sediments,
And city grime.

Puddles
With swirling gasoline ranbows
That reflect white clouds
Upon a blue sky.

What else do we avoid stepping in
When our consciousness is not looking?

How long have I been traveling?
How did I get to this spot?
I guess one doesn't think about
The proccess of things
Especially when...

"Excuse me darlin'.
Ya know, I could really use
A Quarter."

"Sorry,
No
Change."

No
Change.

How could have I gotten
Here
Without
Change?

Think about all the
Pennies, nickels, dimes
Seconds, minutes, hours, days
Faces, places, connections, directions
Experiences.

Those have all
Brought me
Change.
The kind of
Change
One saves for a rainy day.
So one can by orange sneakers,
Chordaroy coats and peircings.
The kind of
Change
That pays for subway fair,
admission and tolls.
The
Kind
Of
Change
That brought me to this spot
Where I stand
As I stand
Today.

"No change, Eh?"

"no"

I am lying to him.
We all have change lying around
Maybe in those little puddles
We
Unknowingly
Avoid.