i can
hear the clatter of children in the pool.
mid-summer
splashing
ensues.
the call of Marco polo
over and over
and over again.
the guard's whistle,
the shouts.
a barking dog.
mother's
in full hen mode, keeping
watch
on their brood.
father's asleep
in their plastic chairs.
someone could drown,
but they wouldn't know.
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