The Faucet and the Water Pipe | Anne Yoshioka (9)
- shsimages
- Jan 28
- 1 min read
A known pair.
They go together,
Help each other, and support each other.
A perfect harmony, right?
The faucet is turned; but how far?
The water trickles out slowly,
A thin thread of water, a silver wire.
Is this how it’s supposed to be?
The pipe is neck high with water.
A coiled spring, waiting for the slightest release.
But the okay signal never came.
As if held in captivity, the pipe was constrained.
A plant in the darkness, where the skies are limited, and growth is no longer in reach.
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