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Thu, Feb. 19th, 2004, 08:14 am

drip drip drip drip drip drip drpi

So there is the dirt, it shows
itself when it has been soaking
progressive droplets on march
right on across the pattern
and sinking in everywhere.
You have a leak, fine hairline
crack letting water into your home,
saving itself within the fibers
in the carpet and slinking along
the ready path to the next small
hole it seeks, to hide.

The flow holds itself
upright and shakes
the notion that creeps
slowly, we are all just
dropping hints of single
thoughts failing to predict
our moment of impact.

Sop us up with a towel.
Carry each thought through
to the washer, put them in
to spin.
Model forward thinking:
I may be a copy, or I may be
too thin.
Dry it out before the return.
Bring the yearning
cloth bit, throw it back
upon the floor, and know
soon the rest will come
crashing
through the ceiling
and nothing you have at hand
will stop us.