Posted by: shorelineclusterpoets/NE Fowl | November 27, 2012

A poem for a dark night and a leaky faucet

drip

The faucet drips
an unholy pattern,
seconds splash
then spiral down
metal throat,
into the darkness
that swallows us too.

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