Watery musings
In my
cupped palm
I hold the colorless
in seamless steady
calm.
Allowing
drips
and dribbles
descend through
gaps of fingers
to a
vessel not far off below,
meticulous
now I measure
distance,
allowing
drips, crying Lo! Lo!
By
the
time drops reached
Shiny
container, it
tumbled swift
to
the dismay of watery bleached
running to the
floors adrift.
We
are
free, free, carefree ever
None
can
store for ever, ever.
Liquids
flow
and flow far
and far
On
the floor far
and near .
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