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FlowThe meter reader is a stocky young man. Every time he comes, he must Empty the kitchen cupboard, just So he can read the water meter. It is a strange routine, his plumber's crack exposed, The house built, around the kitchen Sink, over the water meter. To late to move the meter, Or install a new meter. The routine Is necessary, we are in charge. This only compares to others, Which do not meter theirs. They must carry it on head And shoulders for all to behold. Through inconvenience, we can understand, We can take it or leave it, or move it to mars. Our reluctance solaced; we survive. We ponder of others, who's past we suspect, And wish for them, to meter theirs. By David Semans |
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