No greater pleasure
than surplus
of a fine resource--
excess hot water
for my steaming bath
so I can open
a window onto winter
and feel the luscious blast
on soaking soapy skin--
ah, what a wonderful
thing it is to waste
too much of anything
skimming it off,
slopping it over,
giving it grandly away--
better, when it goes
that it's just all gone,
the whole shebang.