fall over,
like raindrops,
on shallow pool puddles,
their meeting,
create circles,
in the water,
these ripples.
i look,
to see a face,
disfigured,
in shallow pool puddles,
their meeting,
depict two worlds,
one transfigured,
one just reflection on the surface.
i hear,
raindrops falling,
on shallow pool puddles,
creating circular ripples,
that disfigure
the face on the surface,
they speak,
something deep,
for my eyes to see.
shallow surfaces,
of shallow pool puddles,
which ripple,
when tampered,
even softly,
they tell me,
this world
is fragile.
