the rain closet


water from a nozzle

bathing in a bottle

my rubber ducky bobbing


clouding mist and pelting rain
strain goes down the drain


naked to the confined world

water at my soapy feet swirled


engrossed in jeweled droplets

fish swim around on a curtain pelted


overwhelming fresh scented aroma

puts me in a temporary comma

racing lather in showered dreams
messaging perplexing streams


refreshing cubical of surround sound

daily, that is where I am found

spraying delight from a faucet

inside the rain closet

by Art~


(rain closet: country slang for, shower)




 (wow, now that’s a rubber ducky on steroids?)




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