in three afternoons
i watch my kids
flourish in the swimming pool
(like spring this year)
all wet
and on fast-forward.
they're learning by games
not instruction -
the simple freedom
to figure it out.
their porpoising and laughter
is sweet relief
a kind of nostalgia:
summers with my grandparents,
blue-lipped cousins,
and the solid red-brick warming pan
of the garage wall.
and also a distraction
from my dross thoughts
gloomy and tired
as a daggy, grubbed up jumper
i take on the role
of photographer
and cheer them on
glad to hitch a ride
to innocence.
So many good images in this! I liked porpoising π
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brilliant ! especially the last line ! wraps the poem up neatly like a ribbon π
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Thanks! π
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