
From the worm to the butterfly
Larvae of a child
An immature form of a woman
The sun of Taurus whose rising presages rain
An inflatable pool
Cerulean blue in a driveway of concrete and stone
A garden hose and a shiny bucket in 1956
No one there but me being entrusted with the faucet
Yielding to the hose a stream of unconsciousness
Spraying, splashing on the surface of fear
Dreams and disturbances sprinkled by impatience and ignorance
Droplets of hope and happines
into a urine solution of fluoridated water
Steeped in the sun
Dipped into the heart
Drenched by loneliness and drunk with the future.
Tanya, still love this one, didn’t you have a picture to go with it?
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