puddles

Robert was a strange kid

he’d been raised in Jamaica

for his first ten years

every time it rained he’d say

let’s go searching puddles

find us some crayfish

we never did find any

this being a different latitude

but we still searched

what else were we going to do?

we were kids in our teens

no money little ambition

broke was everything we had

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