After the rain, puddles that collect on the side of the road are strewn with residual stares from passersby.
Discarded thoughts float in those shallow baths for birds until evaporation can dismiss them away.
Written by Edward Roads
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Mytwosentences 
I read this as I watch the rain puddles from my glass porch doors. Beautifully written.
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I enjoyed your post & Thank You!
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a clever observation – discarded thoughts – I like that, though you did not discard yours. I mean, if you had, they would be floating around in the puddles. 🙂
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…until they evaporate away. Thanks for your words.
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Beautiful narrative, I love the clever imagery.
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Thank You so much. I truly appreciate that.
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