it *p o i k s*
like leaking ceiling
or rusted, busted pipes
drip drops
need to be mopped
constantly and honestly,
drive me up
the friggin' wall
and when the puddles
have all been dried
and the floods have finished
savaging the fields
the wet glimmers on tall blades
will reflect each and every
other jewel of dew
Monday, August 4, 2014
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