From out of impotent tranquility
The night drops into a washbasin
In a series of quick short sounds.

Plumber fellow drops on Monday
Like big banyan tree of the night
Slowly comprehending darkness.

Drops are like a body’s plumbing
Of our slowly comprehending life.

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