up towel, and lathered
skin
in coconut
oil,
shades on,
sandals,
a new blue suit,
the paper under your
arm,
a drink in hand,
to the pool you go.
finding a lounge
chair at the far end,
away from
children and loud mothers
trying to gather
them in.
you find a patch
of sunlight,
and lie back, lie
back,
as you've done for
so many years.
the familiar sound of summer,
the guard's whistle,
blown,
and in your ears.
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