Poems · Poemvember 2018 · poetry


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Too much, too much, overload.

Tub is full and cannot hold.

Cresting over the porcelain,

The bath mat’s, not that absorbent.

Spreading out across the tile,

Will pass the threshold in a while.

As it builds, it starts expanding.

Soon starts leaking down the landing.

How does one stop the deluge?

The basement holds the valve to use.

Just find the source and give a turn.

The water then will cease to pour.

Clean up is the hardest part.

Mop and bucket, just a start.

Damning domestic consternation,

When broken valves cause saturation.

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