the texture of water, or just water alone, reminds me of
raindrops i saw on a bush of sweet-pink roses as i walked past the park,
the thick-as-chocolate fog that i squinted my eyes to see through but still could not,
the crystals of ice that found a home under the porch light,
the spray of water that cast a flash of rainbow,
the reflection of the starry sky on the black inky lake ...
