The Balance of Summer – I

Trickling from the tank
When I turn on the tap.
In the bottle on my desk
When I come back from class.
Like a thin mist from the sprinklers
As I wait for the bus.

Tepid water.

But then, long tall glasses of buttermilk in the fridge when I come home in the evening

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