Clayton Odenweller
Delphos St. John’s
Junior/Senior Poetry
Second Place--Junior/Senior Division
Liquid Variations
Orange is the Prowler
That cruises down the street
Scattered with puddles.
My eyes open wide with utter amazement
As the Prowler hits a puddle
And the cool water splashes my face.
The water is muddy
And filled with debris
And I close my eyes
And the murky water envelops my body
Like an orange hat does my head.
The water is soft on my skin
Like a caring mother's touch.
The water soaks my hair
Like a rotund dish sponge.
The water on my face feels ever so lightly
As it slowly drips from the tip of my nose
And breaks the entrance of my gaping mouth.
The water is muddy
And it tastes nothing like a ripe, juicy orange
Whose sweet, sweet nectars
Tickle my tongue
With the fruits of delight.