The street was black beneath

my feet, which continued their walkin’.

The street turned black and

my feet continued their walkin’.

My feet turned back, so

I had to look up.

To look up and see, a bird

on the ground, just one

star in the sky, and the

dog’s on the roof. On the

roof, I look up. I look up to see,

There’s a sky in the puddle

and my feet staring back at me.