Eight O’Clock at Night
Sitting here
listening to cars
on the street
the water
draining out of the bathtub
slow and full of burps
the old pipes
struggling to digest
the onrush.
I step out
the tile floor
slippery. I use my toes
I draw the bath mat
underfoot
while outside the rain
steps up pace
falling hard
on the cars that pass outside
in the slick dark street
3/21/19
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Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
This is like a scene in a story. I love “slow and full of burps.”
In our previous house, oh the poor plumbing. That is where I got this idea from, our pipes were very …active….
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