the faucet
a lone orchestra
in minimalistic
a resounding
sounding in
chaotic repetition.

the low rumble
of planes circling
cradling the
droplets as
they crash
ensconced in
the heavy bass
the soft plink
carries an
ethereal longing
tainting the
looming hope of
a weekend unbegun.

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