Short Poem No.19

/ Benjamin Spencer

Dripping, she said, and stalactites
or stalagmites, which ones go up?

then, near the beach, on a bench
covered in pigeon poo, the green masks
were painless mistakes.

Bottle of water, bottle of beer.

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