The Baths

I miss the burble

Of the marbled baths

That murmured the

Way children laugh.

I miss the hiss

of the sauna’s steam

its burnished boards,

and its tepid dreams.

I miss the brimming

Pools of umber tea

Bubbling with voices

From beneath the sea.

I miss the key’s cool

kiss upon my skin,

The ice-filled basin,

And the life therein.

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