The Poetry of Richard Schletty
JOY OF A SLUSH PUDDLE
I feel the steady, inaudible hum of Old Sol
arcing low across the morning sky,
above the innercityscape,
burning away the permafrost.

I step with greater pleasure,
my body less cocoonish, less curled
against the cold, fresh air
that now wafts with a faint hint
of the organic scent of Spring thaw.

I step with greater abandon
down the middle of the street,
along great glacial valleys carved by
the wheels of motorized vehicles
that all Winter have struggled, slipped
and protested.

Suddenly, my right foot lands in a slush puddle.
Not once, but twice!
Cold foot, wet foot, up to the laces.

But I am not angry.

There is joy today in this slush puddle






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