Drops

by Kevin Mazzola

Drops, drops, drops,
drops of rain,
drops of blood,
drops of bird shit
on the sidewalk.

Drops of tears
on the faces of children
who just learned their parents
won’t be living together,
even though they didn’t
do anything wrong.

Drops, drops, drops,
drops of this,
drops of that,
an extra drop of whiskey
at night
just for the hell of it.

A drop for me,
a drop for you,
all these drops
could fill
a desert lake.