I swore that’s
all there was to write
I swore I’d go
to bed
But then
another poem started dripping on my head
I would have gone
to sleep then,
I would have
lain to rest
I would have
nestled in
were I not
summoned from above
Not a single
drop from heaven should be misspent
Not a single
drop shall I circumvent
I was just about to retire [typo-ed as abiut ti retire], draft no. 1
I swore that’s all that’s in there
I swore I’d go
to bed
But then
another poem kept on dripping in my head
Dripping from
the sky above
The rain that
God had sent
I would go to
sleep
If I could, but
the dew is heaven sent
And I don’t
want to miss a drop
Of water he has
lent
Not a single
drop of water do I want to be misspent
Not a single
drop do I wish to {something, something, something…}
