By Levi Masuli
Summer 2020 | Poetry
Outside, the rain.
But here you ask for water.
From eyelash I brushed
away the crust of a blistered dream
where I was eyeing you
pulling something up from a deep well
a full cup a drop in my hands
shy of spilling, a gift I
insist. Here. at least a sip, or it’ll slip
and shatter a rain cloud.
Levi Masuli is a writer currently living in a small town in the Philippines.
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