A sailor with a broken oar
or a dinosaur long extinct
Bobbing with joy is the yellow duck
adept at swimming
Float I past the Milky-way
and many of her cousin galaxies
Alps of foam adorning the edges
tall enough to play snow fighting
in the warm tub filled to the brim
Each moment however prosaic
A world unlike any in itself
An hour can be brief as a second
when in a bathtub with your child
who you only get to meet on weekends
Whirlpools rising, falling
noisy vortex winding
as I unplug the tub's exit
Coming to an end is our bath
Until next weekend that is
lightyears away
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