Those hands
Spilled out like
A glass of water

Hands splashed across the table
Mopped with paper towel.
Cupped from a fountain;

Hands like rainfall
Dribbled in watering cans and that
Empty flower pot on the stoop;
Hands like nameless seas.

I want to put my head in that
Salty water
I want to be a shipwreck like a spiraling
bird in the blue sky.

An ice cube bobbing
In your glass of whisky-coke.



Artwork by Edouard Manet

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