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Clayton Odenweller

Delphos St. Johnís

Junior/Senior Poetry

Second Place--Junior/Senior Division

 

 

Liquid Variations

 

Orange is the Prowler

That cruises down the street

Scattered with puddles.

My eyes open wide with utter amazement

As the Prowler hits a puddle

And the cool water splashes my face.

The water is muddy

And filled with debris

And I close my eyes

And the murky water envelops my body

Like an orange hat does my head.

The water is soft on my skin

Like a caring mother's touch.

The water soaks my hair

Like a rotund dish sponge.

The water on my face feels ever so lightly

As it slowly drips from the tip of my nose

And breaks the entrance of my gaping mouth.

The water is muddy

And it tastes nothing like a ripe, juicy orange

Whose sweet, sweet nectars

Tickle my tongue

With the fruits of delight.

 

 

 

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