Evening Poetry, March 11

The Leaky Faucet

by Ted Kooser

All through the night, the leaky faucet

searches the stillness of the house

with its radar blip: who is awake?

Who lies out there as full of worry

as a pan in the sink? Cheer up,

cheer up, the little faucet calls,

someone will help you through your life.

You can find this poem in Flying at Night.

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