Redemption

Slow Leak

Give a poem a shape

A leak + a sprout= a shape poem. Photo by poet.

A drip.
Then

silence.
It must be my
imagination, surely.
I live in Pasadena, where every
thing is perfect, including the plumbing. Yet,
while my smile beams an ironic wink at each end –
your tip-off I am well-aware La La Land is no Shangri-La –
my hippie heart is Trust’s sturdiest chamber of commerce.