Weightless nothing,
but structure.
What
infinitely tiny colony built these rigid chambers,
left these crispy solid wisps
that
bob and wave, but don’t.
Exoskeleton of a creature that never existed.
The moment washed away as my soggy leg circles the drain.
Scowling at a misplaced nail file,
as it lazily drifts around the whirlpool; realizing it
is
actually
a small sliver of soap.
**Disclaimer: I am not a poet, but I like to steep in long baths that morph me (even more so) into an idealist that writes poem-reflections. The self-imposed consequence of the risk I took of dropping my iPhone into the bubble-ridden bath water was that I posted this poem, which might possibly suck upon later examination. Enjoy?**
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