it used to be a ritual

scented oils


bubbles that filled with rainbows

then popped



absent of thought

floating down the drain

when rushed

water pelted back and neck

like a summer storm

carrying a familiar scent

stimulating senses

replenishing the natural breath of earth

exhaling in swirls down the drain

enticing the scribing of poems

read with care

© michele mitchell, 2014


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