By slug
Date: 22 January 2001

Melody

Little droplets like tears flow
       (he remebers her china-doll tearing
                and her tiger-lily fragility)
           but it's only the faucet
                                   washing the day away

    Coils of red spill down
                           (cutaining off the speckled brown
                                          and lidded green
                   but not so far as to hide the pink petals-
                                                pursing...pursing...)
               then a jolt of suprise
                                     (water up the nose?)
                          and everything settles back into her hum again
                  harmony fills the room
                      rushing water leaves almost silence
                                 but for the melody of her...
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