Adultery at Forty by Donald Hall

Adultery at Forty by Donald Hall

At shower’s head,

high over the porcelain moonscape,


a waterdrop gathers itself darkly,

with hesitation,

hangs, swells, shakes, looms,


as if uncertain in which direction

to hurl itself, and plunges to come

apart at its only destination.

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