a dream in one act

poems

 

The Shower

 

Taking a shower,

in the cool morning.

The water sputters,

stops briefly,

rockets out of the spout,

freezing cold.

I jump back,

pushing the shower head down.

The water quickly

turns brown and hot,

then stops again.

It spits back out,

normal.

I step back into the water,

and finish my shower.

 

Oct 12, Dec 7, 1999

 

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