Autumn Soak
Huddled together conspiratorially
The trees in her backyard sway rhythmically
The rhythm remarkably smooth, intense
She sits in her hot tub feeling quite tense
A tarp is thrown over the antique jeep
The winds lifting blowing; gives her the creeps
Wind chimes are tinkling at far away house
Up the stairs creeping a menacing louse
Dried autumn leaves scrape pavement morosely
She sits attentive, listening closely
Hot water embracing; wind idly gusting
Apprehensions ease, slowly adjusting
Breathing in deeply, senses igniting
No longer anxiety inciting
I like the thought of a hot tub, I
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