Desperation Poem by colin pring

Desperation



With great dexterity and interminable effort
a pigeon harvests slowly accumulating drops
issuing from a leaky faucet.
As though I were some four legged feline
potentially to pounce,
the pigeon’s ever vigilant maneouvres and flutters
interrupts its quenching, again and again
in this desert-like oasis, Lima.

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