Galoshes
Dark mornings, puddles,
The squeak of rubber against elementary school linoleum
The surge of rainwater
Unleashed from buses and large cars
During rainy trudges to school
You were warned to step back from the black, shiny road
By the wavelike whoosh
A hushed crash that could drench the hems of trousers
If it weren’t for the galoshes
Those boots reversed everything—shoes over pants,
Morning dim as evening,
Water unfurling from the ground, rain upside-down
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