Still Dirty

Shallow puddles; brown.

Reflective, as if in memory…

a former glory,

disturbed and wrung out.

Stagnant, bowls of old water.

Sitting, for children to stomp through,

as always.

The splashing of fresh rain,

but still dirtied, un-pure.

Cracked earth and trapped water.

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