(SIDEBAR: Yes, I fell behind with writing one per day. . . )
The water is a Swarovski,
and intolerably exquisite.
I choose not to touch it.
I’d rather watch it.
I’d rather sit close to it,
feel the spritz of it
on my arms and face;
pull back my head,
close my eyes
and smile
toward the marshmallow clouds
as the exhaustive sun
puts me to sleep
with a forehead kiss,
only to nudge me awake
when I become too red or too brown;
and too parched
and too thankful for you
and for life.
[This is #16 of 30 poems written by Stephen Earley Jordan II for a National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). The object is to write one poem per day.]
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