winter baths
laugh and don’t listen to ghost faces
or other absent voices
since water doesn’t run uphill
without your permission.
laugh at Ozymandias
since we are all just animated dust anyways
, bouncing this way and that
in these winter baths of yellow sunlight,
tricky memories tied loosely together
by bits of scent, and pressure, and mercy
So happy to find you here! Now I can get back into the habit of reading you regularly.
(It's Unassorted Stories speaking...)