The bathwater until I enter
faintest aqua-tint,
some trace consciousness
of its own
mineral past.
Upthrust through
a fissure
a crackâ
rest a minute here,
a visit
we let trail
into air,
a wisp
a curl
of steam
The bathwater until I enter
faintest aqua-tint,
some trace consciousness
of its own
mineral past.
Upthrust through
a fissure
a crackâ
rest a minute here,
a visit
we let trail
into air,
a wisp
a curl
of steam