The water cascades
In streams like parades
Carrying shampoo
Downwardly to swirls
Dripping from curls.

The Door Opens

Over the reigning sound
“I going to town”
says the song of her voice,
“Meet you for lunch
I love you a bunch”

The water cascades
In streams like parades
Carrying shampoo
Downwardly to swirls
Dripping from curls.

The Water Turns Cold