Living with Sieve


my words fall through a gully

plunge straight

as Wallaman Falls

splash deep shadowed ponds

to get your attention


yours dabble through a plain

by a river delta, the braids

of your thoughts spread wide

collecting in puddles

that evaporate

before they find the sea


my words plunge

through rock fissures

only speleologists might find

infuse for eons

with minerals and gas


yours recondense

as rain

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