Aquarius

I.

Into the angel’s bowl
he dips his finger.
Its tip touching
the forehead,
the seam,
then sleeves
of his shirt
full of sweat.

II.

He sits on a pew,
still sweating

were the palms
(of his hands

gripping the plastic
bottle), then bursts

out tears. He keeps
the handkerchief

in his pocket,
drops the bottle.

He kneels. He closes
his eyes and hands.

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