The Poem: Water

I wrote a poem
but when I returned
I couldn’t see it –
diluted blue ink stains a page
someone’s spilled water on

the most poetic poem
I have ever written

as if the water felt
attracted to the ink
spelling out its name
so irresistibly

and water merged with water
words are lost
but now the most poetic poem
ever to take shape in my hands
has become more meaningful
than anything
I could’ve ever planned

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