water drips from the bottle
but not from the drip-tip
from a ledge below that
and I remember a boy
watching a lady
perhaps his mother
meaning to water flowers
from one of those old
galvanized iron watering cans
with the gooseneck
and the shower-head sprinkler
but it had a hole
just where the gooseneck leaned out
so she watered her skirt
and the walkways
and even me once
but never the flowers
nor the soil around them
I watched in wonder
and suppressed my grins
I had already learned
y'cain't tell grownups nothin'
and y'mustn't laugh at them
even today I
seldom laugh at myself
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