With the strength of three men
I will hold a summer flower
Up against the wall of my name
Gifting life like graffiti
To the hard empty stone

With the strength of two men
I will pour the cool water
And wrap a cotton blended waist
Reaching first for the feet
Most heavy skinned in dust

With the strength of me alone
I will hold myself at arms length
A cat curled on black leather
Purring unearned contentment
In some dusty forgotten alcove