Monday, April 18, 2011


susan ambrosino

The drip, drip, drip of the kitchen faucet
is a calming, fluid, many sided drip
seeming to run along the musical scale, up and down
and you imagine sharps and flats in there as well
with an occasional mournful sound as in a minor key
but it's just a stainless steel pot left in the sink
with maybe a half inch of forgotten water in it

and you think how easy it would be to fall asleep
to this sound of dripping
especially on one of those nights when the mind won't quit
when you wish to be like the one single atom
you imagine never moves
at the very center
of a spinning wheel

then to rise and go about your day
feeling a happiness that makes you laugh out loud
to look out your window and notice the beauty
so incredible you want nothing more
then to die some distant day
almost empty like your pot
with the drip, drip, drip of all your wonderful memories
slowly falling away.

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