On a dusty old road that leads to the entrance of a large property....
A puddle would suddenly appear.....
Near the entrance...to it's right side....
By a white and red wooden pillar.....a marker.
The little beings that inhabit the miniscule realm around the pillar....
Think it is the ghost of an old puddle.....from antiquity.
Every rainy day.....
The puddle appears....
And everything that is flooded with it's waters....
Takes a ghostly appearance.
If you were there....
You would be scared to see it....
But you wouldn't be able to keep your eyes from contemplating it.....
The puddle becomes a dancer....a caller.....a mirror..
a mirage....a wish....
It is magical and wondrous to behold.
Hours latter....after the rain...
The puddle disappears....
Leaving a disaster.
Fin.
Guillermo Hinojosa-Canales