special poetry put the towel on the rack let the steam create him as a mold contemplate space and time and how he can never get it back wishes he could go back just to watch or give advice wishes he could sieze the day and practice what he preaches. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...