THE
BATH
by
Jim Mowery
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The swirling, bubbling water
maddened in it's state
of movement
clung to the
aged man.
I, a younger version, sat by
him.
“A little warm today,”
said he and I agreed.
My face was red with
the heat
that encompassed us.
We sat together
he and I
and looked at the
vaporous swirls
of steam as
they drifted skyward
only to be
stopped by a mirrored ceiling
revealing us as children
in a frothy bath.
I looked at his wrinkled
face
and wondered
was it worth it
to live all
of those years
only to
be rewarded with a body
withered.
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And I asked
“Are you happy as an
aged man?”
His eyes played
on me.
“Yes....it is a little too warm,” he said.
And I didn't pursue it.
