North-East-Baths Poem by Michael Witkowski

North-East-Baths



Close circle- we
in it, have bubbles
score our skins

Smile- long and wide,
flat mouthed- turns to me-
helmet of sunny
hay waves

we joint our hands
outstretched in the middle
oh ghost of the pool past
hwot wilt thou tell us.

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