Feb 15
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Bathtub in the Woods

In a little stand of red pine
That felt like an endless forest
A claw foot tub sat on its end
Smooth and white and out of place
I would stand inside it
Lost in the folds of my snowsuit 
And my dad was as tall as the trees
And could pick me up in his palm 

It smells the same in the woods
Blue sky like a collage between branches 
The bathtub reaches my waist
Littered with decaying leaves 
The meadow beyond the trees is so close
I could reach out and touch goldenrod
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About the Author: Della
'I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.' -Nelson Mandela