Half A Thought. poetry The heat’s on high, the water starts boiling, boiling, boiling, boiling, running over edges on to ranges surely ain’t been cleaned off in ages but not a lot to worry about: Water stains always come out of metal Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...