Raindrops suspend on the railing,
like suckerfish under the belly of a whale
My imperfect reflection takes shape in their perfect form.
One hundred eyes looking back at me.
Their glassy top coat catching the overcast glow of the puddle pools nearby.
Their dangling defiance holds me in
as another minute passes.
Each pod preserving the remains of last nights storm
and the beauty of the morning after.
(by Michelle Hatch)
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