fins
in the trunk of her car.
her goggles,
and pool floats.
there's a pink bathing cap
too,
to keep her hair
dry
when she gets into the pool.
there's a towel,
and zinc for her nose.
sixty laps
today,
she tells me,
flexing the muscles
in her arms and shoulders,
sticking out
her long
shapely legs.
you should come some
time,
she says.
it's fun.
i tell her no, i like to soak
in the tub
with Epsom salts,
and lie
back with a book,
stretched out
on my bum.
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