Aquatic Afterthought.
I siphoned you, from off the pale skin of the pool
pollen thin and yellow dust,
sweet gone by and ready to slip to soil
hindered by chlorine
and tap danced on by a thousand night bugs
who trampolined in silver ripples
when only the moon was looking.
I spat you out, rust and tang from the old green hose
which sat coiled beside the tin shed's feet for decades,
a home for woe-begotten weeds
and that old rake with no handle
which once I used to pull down pieces of the sky
in a demand for rain.
It's all for naught on this summer day
as the riddle of affection comes full circle and presses
it's nose against my thoughts
I cling to the vinyl wall, mere seconds,
before pushing off with pruny feet
to take a dip.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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