on a man's face.
A woman brings rain
in wooden bottles.
He gives her a fist
full of flowers.
She eats them
one by one
then exhales petals
that take the shape
of a child.
The child sits
on the man's knees
while the man
tells a story
that he cannot remember.
He is drunk on rain.
The woman
sings a song
that she has never heard.
She is drugged by flowers.
The child wants to know
which way
the world is.
The man points
in one direction;
the woman, another.
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