Jacuzzi
all day i keep adjusting my mask
while secretly watching that hot tub dream
as it plays-out
on the tip of every nerve ending
i do not question
my presence in a jacuzzi
with a
girlfriend of a friend
no
i sink back
into suds of impossibility
all day i have this itch
to snorkel down
to touch
the secret life of ripples
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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