Poetry

Complex

you can hear the pipes at night

as once stagnant water

drips slowly from an eroding spot

to a corrosive one,

it’s loud enough to wake the sleeping

but never loud enough

to drown out the noise,

oh, how I wish

the pipes would call

at waking hours

when they leave or sleep

their days away

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