Puddles

Upside-down faces flock to the trees;

The day is crying,

Yet the young smile

As they walk all over each other

In purple and blue

(And the ever-popular yellow)

Carrying heart-shaped boxes

Filled with butterfly mirrors

To intensify what little light there is

As we shrink behind black umbrellas,

Vampires even on cloudy days;

I must admit, umbrella and all,

I do love my red galoshes.