The Skippers
The scent of spent rain
brought me outside
barefoot to the pavement
steamy and still hot
The flitter float skippers
kiss the afternoon downpour
grateful for the sun and
pavement pools
bouncing back bapitised
at 37 miles per hour
renewed, born again
praise be
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Hi Rachel! So, consonants skip and bounce too. I like the sounds in this poem!
Thank you Amy:)
me too
& the “praise be”
Thanks Jim!