Watering the Flowers

splashing. sunshine. etched glasses with paint in mind - water goo. rose reds and blueberry blues. as if handling a ginormous flatscreen, the canvas placed. splash...splash...splash like a conductor with an orchestral skill. the maestro puts on his visor and busies himself, squeezes the trigger, the water bottle set to diffuse. his plants flourish in their bath. he sees them grow before his playful eyes, stamens wear black mascara. they soak up the sunshine like bathing beauties. twenty hues in ketchup-sized bottles, arranged like dutch tulips on the dais, hold still as the gardener plucks a plastic stem with his hand. appearing as a mad horticulturist — this artist’s in demand. 3/23/2020