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Updated: May 28, 2019
April 10, 2019
My Summer Bathtub Boat
The water is so warm.
The tub is just my size.
The porcelain tub is white, except for the crack in one spot
My chubby fingers pick at the crack.
The leaves from the butternut tree above me offer shade and sun, as the summer breeze blows through and lifts their frond-like leaves
I play in the water.
I watch my father toil in the garden.
I watch my mother hanging clothes from the fraying rope lines.
She uses a forked board to hoist my father’s heavy work clothes
The wind billows the sheets like sails on a land locked boat
I am happy in my little boat sailing along the green grass ocean