marketa steps out of the bath



i have come back from my run

am in the kitchen


having a cup of tea

with honey


it is sunday, seven-thirty

ante meridiem


down the hall i hear marketa step out of the bath

i hear the rattle of the towel bar


i hear the water drain

this is a serious moment, truly it is


in a way

life depends on it, i mean


life as a rich, blossoming, living, ever-changing entity—

a life-entity which must be nurtured


which depends upon this moment—

thus, in time


if marketa comes into the kitchen

dressed for the day


my heart will sink a bit, the life-entity

will ebb a bit


if, on the other hand, she comes into the kitchen

in her robe 


here i dwell on the image

. . . 


the life-entity seeks, reaches

for there is possibility


with possibility may come fruition

the life-entity will be sustained


so the life-entity smiles 

that is to say


i smile





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Written on 2023-11-05 at 14:32

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Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit, what a saucy poem. I especially love how a leery, yet sensual moment, or desire, led to that profound little statement at the end.