This isn’t water,
The loop and hoop of what you are
It isn’t water, doesn’t flow
Doesn’t spread out, on a table
And form a shallow lake
The form you take
I know it well
It isn’t water
Doesn’t rage and swell
The sun writes you on concrete
You drip and crack and bake
And whisper through fences
This and that
This isn’t water, isn’t cloth
The form you take
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