I stir the pool water
with a basket attached
to a stick
little whirlpools form
where I once was,
disturbing the even
distribution of tiny
white particles on
the water’s surface
the whirlpools *****
them in, but does
not drag them down
I smell chlorine on my hands,
a deadly poison I deal with out
of necessity
I smell the honeysuckles growing
on the chain link fence, a beauty
to every sense
the sky is gray and turning dark
with night
the pool is blue and cold with it’s
lack of sunlight
the trees are green
and their wood is
brown and while I
stir tiny whirlpools
in the pool floating
with tiny particles
I take a deep breath
and decide I will
enjoy all of this
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 4:19 PM UTC
I stir the pool water
with a basket attached
to a stick
little whirlpools form
where I once was,
disturbing the even
distribution of tiny
white particles on
the water’s surface
the whirlpools *****
them in, but does
not drag them down
I smell chlorine on my hands,
a deadly poison I deal with out
of necessity
I smell the honeysuckles growing
on the chain link fence, a beauty
to every sense
the sky is gray and turning dark
with night
the pool is blue and cold with it’s
lack of sunlight
the trees are green
and their wood is
brown and while I
stir tiny whirlpools
in the pool floating
with tiny particles
I take a deep breath
and decide I will
enjoy all of this
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