Manhattan puddles, I suspect, are vain.
If so, then this must be the reason why:
Manhattan puddles know that they reflect
Manhattan buildings, trees and sky.
But other puddles, too, may be as proud,
Content to dwell in town and countryside.
Reflecting the locales that gave them birth,
They glow with chauvinistic pride.
I wonder if beneath their calm facades,
They tremble when they contemplate their fate.
They know reflected glory’s a mirage