obligatory creative post

i think cooking is creative
like burning but not acrid

spilling into a puddle
for a human-
is pretty radical

some people hate puddles
children love them

the streets were not paved with the paws of dogs
and the feet of kids in mind
thats utmost cruelty

urbanity developed
without consideration
of the urbane

i do not condemn myself to resentment
in step and stride and breath

i simply walk on the new fallen snow that still has grip