to dive for coins at the public
pool.
letting
them sink into the ten-foot deep
end,
beyond
the striped
rope
and under the diving board.
the bright whistle
of the guard muted by
water.
we used pennies
mostly,
easier to see.
we saved
the quarters, and dimes,
nickels
for the hot dog stand.
how hungry we were
after
diving and diving in the hot
July afternoons.
crusted in chlorine
and sun burned, our
hair turned
blonde.
if only
they were pearls.
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