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Drop in No Bucket
Drop in no Bucket
We watch water pool within the spout
Handle quivers reminiscent of a hand recently gone
Until pond transforms to drop which falls
Perfect in symmetry, embraced by rude earth
Throws back parts of that which was whole
Each follows its own path, shorter than before, independent
Damp imprints on unforgiving dust canvas
All that remains and that but for a moment
Horse whinnies, cow ruminations float by sporadically
Wheels wind by throwing clouds settling a new layer
New canvas lain down in random anticipation of whatever may come
Another pool, Another plunge
Pattern never repeated
© 5/24/2000 Bart Breen
