Drain
Each fountain I pass calls me
to feed.
I’m pulled to push the bar
and release the captive rain.
I stoop to cool my thirst.
The water shoots to my dry,
gasping tongue.
I feast and still
need more.
I press my lips to the spiraling grate
and suck
as much as I can
before it gurgles and spats
down the drain.
"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self." -Cyril Connolly
5 comments:
I read this the other day and thought of you Kim:
Haikus are easy.
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Refrigerator.
: ) Thank you William Shatner.
awesome kim! i love you!
Ha ha! I've actually heard that poem before, and it makes me happy.
kim kim kim
you ought to be a writer, my dear. :)
i thoroughly enjoyed that poem.
Thank you, Katie! We'll see what happens...
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