The Kitchen Sink

The kitchen sink is broke.
Drip, drip in the night.
The plumber man says he can't fix it.
Snowy footsteps back out the front door.
I stand in the kitchen looking at the sink.
Drip, drip. Pale noon light.
A house so empty the noise like thunderous
Footsteps of giants. Even when eating,
Empty chairs at a table
Three-quarters dusty.
Drip, drip at dinner's dusk.
I pile the dishes in the sink,
All broke as it is.
I'll do them in the morning.
To bed, empty, in house, empty.
Drip, drip in the night.