diving for pennies
all day
at the pool
is what you did
when young, when strong
and limber,
the chlorine turning your
eyes red,
your hair blonde.
the long
bones of you
going down, time and
time again
for a penny.
deeper
and deeper to where
the drain
looms against
the rough bottom,
painted sky
blue. how quiet and alone
you were
as your fingers
gripped the coin.
the chase is still on.
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