Avo Bath

There was no actual calamity –
a canceled train one way, and coming back,
computers down and signs no one could see,
while in between my sleep was short and slack.
I witnessed toddler tears, frustrated glee,
and tired parents’ optimism black.
I made it home. I stripped though I was clean,
and stepped into a bath I bombed with green.

(Ottava Rima)

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