we were
fish
in the summer.
sun burned
and awash with chlorine.
scrapes
on our knees and elbows
from the high
dive,
the low dive,
the rope in the middle.
our eyes, red and bleary.
but we
loved it.
diving for coins in
the deep end.
swimming from side
to side
underwater.
running and being yelled
at by the lifeguard
in her chair.
despite her demands,
most of us
loved her and believed
one day
we would marry
that goddess with a whistle,
the cream
on her nose,
the brown of her skin,
the blonde
hair flowing down.
what human being
had legs that long?
how we wanted for August
to drag on.
we were fish in the summer.
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