Showering
Hard pressed
Make clean the street filth
Cost of water, rising through rain
She sheds her scales
One eye then two
An onlooker then be four
Sounds of stream and myth
Flowing, breathing
Scattered shoes and gin
Steam uplifts like clouds
Roses and jasmine lightly in air
Swirling drain
Wash, wash, wash it away
Only beauty now to be shared.
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