Water Serpent Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

I pour out a bottle of water upon the doltish flowered table of mine,
The water gyrates.
Well,
For some,
It's not common sense.

I stare at the river,
As it curls and twists its way around the broken, ivory flower pot,
It's almost dull...

And even in its almost non-existent size relatively,
I drown in the immensity of the azure water dew.

Drip...
Drip...
Drip...

And goodbye, cerulean water serpent.