the life guard
blows his whistle all
summer long.
get off the rope, no
diving off the side.
no yelling, no running.
no wrestling
in the pool. the adults
sleep on
their chairs,
the children grow restless,
splash in
the shallow end.
the water gets still
as the sun
falls. the leaves turn.
a chill sweeps
in the air.
summer is gone.
the whistle has stopped.
the lock
is on the gate.
the parents have taken
the children home.
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