Robin & Bath

by Claudia Perretti
(Newburgh, NY)


She stands in her bath.
Her eyes blissful, half closed,
la belle baigneuse impressioniste.
Spreading her feathered skirts,
she dips lower into the blue sky
reflected in the porcelain pool,
soaking a red breast coquettishly fluffed.

Drenched in luxury!

Exciting the ripples into wild splashes,
still standing, cooling her legs,
she makes them all wait.
This is her moment,
a tonic for hot summer ennui.

Again and yet again, she returns,
embellishing feathers in liquid bling.
She is revived from singing arias,
that decorate a garden of days.

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