Small cool circles
I circumnavigate
As the wind
Scurries under
My umbrella
To get out
Of the rain
And the lillies
Bow their heads
As I pass
It is not a courtesy
A sign of respect
It is only
The rain
It humbles everyone
Even as it splashes
In those cool circles
I avoid
The ones
That once quenched
My thirsty boots
When I was
As new
As spring.
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