A last drop from the tap
is watching me, clinging,
almost falling in my tub, tub.
Do not take this drop -
how much you are in need
of filling your wanting top
lacking content lacking pub.
Your desire kneels between the grass
of dry summers long awaited harvests
of quietness, careful, pray, be still,
in listlessness, slow down - your motion,
wait upon - your final judgment,
it, perhaps, may never come or will it,
your last straw - the final - drop.
Hanging there, just you and her.
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