A cup of water
Spills
And
Slides
Down the concrete of the driveway
Wriggles this way
And
That
Upon the rough road
I watch its struggles
With leaves
And
Sticks
And Fire Ants
And I think about how pretty
That would be running down
My arm
Except
Thick
And
Red
With rivulets of
Broken veins
Oh!
What wonder and
Beauty
That would be
Trickling down my
Pale skin