on the edge of the pool,
the small
community
pool near the playground
surrounded by a string of
barb wire.
my foot
dangles in the cold
June
water.
the ripples circle out
to the other
side.
the chairs are set
in a row
where the sun lands
in a long
rectangular band.
the lifeguard
is in his chair, his nose
covered
white.
no one is here, but me.
i almost slide into clean
blue
pond, but then stop
as a gaggle
of children arrive
in splashes, with
moms in tow.
soon,
the water is a pale
shade
of yellow as the children
paddle
around
with their floats
resembling zoo animals.
they are quiet in concentration
as they
go.
maybe tomorrow.
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