carefully, i pronounced the word ‘sea’ 

so that all the verdant beings 

within it could shine, so every

crest of a new wave would ascend 

steadfastly held by the mid-wintry sun. 

a word could quench all the world’s thirst - 

the world doesn’t need much: a small picasso, 

a few bloodlust hyacinths, as long as

you know how to conduct yourself, 

before a flower.