but oh those sprinkles
the way they trampoline in the pool
finger tap me on the shoulder
thumb-squash my hair
with a splat and giggle
yes a cloud in negotiation
with the union of moisture
but I cheer the rebels
who ignore the strike
cross the picket lines
and jump
and for the clueless lizard
comes a stun grenade to the head
something trickles down his face
one quick lick and he’s
belly-flat legs spread
a bullseye for restless drops
a safehouse for wet fugitives
before the sun comes looking