An acquaintance and I
talked all day
over a jug of plain water.
How many glasses I drank?
I lose count,
must be seven.
She is a poor eater
just pieces and morsels,
I notice.
She consumes less water
limited, I can say.
Takes a mouthful and sets aside.
How does she survive?
I wonder. She has no
health issues.
We rise from the chair,
at the end of our dialogue
exchange warm smile.
I note a quarter ounce of water
left in her glass. Is it etiquette
or fashion? I deliberate.
Water is a coveted commodity.
It is treason to leave an ounce
It irks.
Gold is alluring, people yearn
Water is essential, we need
for sustenance.
That is the distinction.
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