drip <br />drip <br />drip <br />the minutes fall from the ceiling <br />sliding down the walls <br />s <br /> l <br /> o <br /> w <br /> l <br /> y <br />come to rest upon the floor <br />a shallow puddle of existence <br />f <br /> i <br /> n <br /> a <br /> l <br /> l <br /> y <br />sinks through the boards and <br />disappears <br />q <br /> u <br /> i <br /> e <br /> t <br /> l <br /> y <br />into the sweet fragrance of Earth <br />the cool stillness of night. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Write Away, June 2003.)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drip-4/
