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by Uriel Tovar

trickle

    trickle

goes the water

falling on my balding head

stingly gently

edges over

  shaven strips of skin

    now dead



endless swirls

of soap and water

drain into a drain, not yet

hair and dirty water tamper

with the passage, gone astray



gone astray like my life's direction

hopes of youthful eyes now dim

broken by a shadow's corner

reaching for a jagged edge



splitting tender vocation

screeching

focused



hope defeated by human nature

left to lie on beds of clay








03/18/2005

Posted on 03/19/2005
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 03/19/05 at 10:52 PM

Yep..you got this right.....

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