The anodized aluminum
pail carried over hills, and
through valleys grows heavy.
It's faceted surface reflects
no face plainly. But cuts it up
into rectangles, squares of
face colors. Darker at night.
And it carried to you by the
children of the world. You, not
having child of your own.
carries with you, the animus
of water. Who loves you like
a brother, while sloshing. So
cold, of that more silver metal
