because our kitchen is too small
because we do not have counter space
for one of those filtration units that
extract death from city water
we religiously recycle plastic bottles
in a blue plastic barrel the city provides
when I exercise, I sweat profusely
sit on the porch and guzzle
store bought water through a plastic neck
this morning, I set a cup beside books and papers
Professor Plum’s picture painted on the side
allow distilled water to breathe air as it fills my cup
pretend it comes from the spring
where David composed poems(King James version)
beside still water in the shadow of death
9-25-20

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