cleaning adolph's tub

This poem is inspired by the photo at The Mag, Tess Kincaid's weekly poetry prompt.

cleaning adolph's tub

what can wash 

                      the grit

from this man's tub

bits of bone float 

                          porous

but abrasive rub

drains fill 

             with ash 

and teeth

even the pipes 

                         shriek

The Long Way

THE LONG WAY

Today, the road is muddy,

Rutted.

I recall it smooth, 

But was it?

Always there were stones.

I bear them in my flesh. 

See the blue 

Under ropey skin?

That's hope I carry with me.

Who says you can't go home?

Photo prompt @magpietales.blogspot.com

Thanks, Tess!