Tagged: pool

we practice parting

we practice parting
water every chance we get –
in the sink, in the

bath, across the pool, paddling
against river currents, wishing
.
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nestled into the

nestled into the
beginning of summer, your
birthday and newly

polished memories – freedom,
days at the pool, cooling off
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: freedom

the best thing about

the best thing about
living near the pool is the
option to not get

into it whenever we
don’t feel like it, just like living

in the city, in
the center of town, is to
say no, thanks when guests

line up for the greatest in
architectural designer

statuesque extra-
vaganza. we can take a peek,
drop by, anytime
.
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without meaning to,

without meaning to,
memories get squeezed into
feelings – when you pass

me in aisle five, i am a
swan dive away from buoyant
.
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leaning in ever

leaning in ever
so slightly over the pool
of cicada songs,

a ripple in the reflection,
an asynchronization
.
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back in those sticky

back in those sticky
summer days at the
Hellenic Center, we
soaked in the pool
for two things –
relief and culture.
there were times
when we felt we didn’t
belong, but those
were most days,
and we had each other,
leaving a proper trail
of happy wet
footprints to and
back from the showers
.
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after a rain, the city

after a rain, the city
lifts up her fresh face,
looks into
the reflections staring
back from a million
pools at her feet,
and makes
a practiced
wish
before letting us
hit a single puddle,
landing
right side up
.
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emerging from a pool

emerging from a pool
of mango chutney can
have its downsides
for sure, but coupled
with curry – hardly ever
.
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we are chiseled from

we are chiseled from
those southern
summers – hot
discipline captured
by a lone breeze
of freedom, swept
away from admonishing
looks, my brother
and i, our sun-darkened
skins parting the
symphonic waters
in the clubhouse
pool, a luxurious
drowning under
magnolia branches –
that silver lining
.
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there are moments

there are moments
while standing
in the shower –
just before
waking
a second
or a third time –
when you recall
those afternoons
when we could
build a pool
around our bodies sitting
in the bathtub,
elbows deep
in toys, splashing
out summer’s
swelter, laughing
away the fleeting
caress of wrinkles
.
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