puddling with Shantelle

small hand wraps around my pinkie

and I am dragged irresistibly towards

puddle in the middle of street

we enter puddle with bare feet

sloshing in dirty water                 chatting about cars

until it's time to go to the next puddle

and off we go on toes and edges

trying to avoid sharp  stones

that dig into our tender soles

pressure on my pinkie increases

if I try to pull away   
so I must accept that this is life now

the glory of little fingers

bare feet

and puddles