The pool residing in the rear yard of my home,
gorgeous blue eye color in the polar solvent elements.
You would expect it to flood the grass and concrete around it
as adolescents jump in and came out dripping wet.
They didn't.
It didn't.
For years my clueless mind couldn't tell my senses to reach out.
All I needed was a group to trust, not just a phone with only numbers.
The pool in the rear yard had lonely circles after one person jumped in.
Me.
I would come out dripping wet and barely even flood the cement deck.
There I would sit on a patio chair and talk to myself and ignore my imaginary friends.
I had it to myself but never wanted it to be that way.
The pool was nothing but my own wasted river.