The Portal.
Out the doors - we've already dropped the bags -
into the afternoon, through the high gate
(NO LIFEGUARD ON DUTY)
to an undisturbed cool turquoise treat
of the mid-century mid-west middle-class,
the outdoor, inground
pool.
And all to ourselves!!
This one ringed by
empty chaise lounges with faded plastic strapping
and sad empty planters standing attention.
Some sort of faded tune from... somewhere.
there must be at least one other guest here
"Holy mother of.... it's FREEZING!"
And then the goal comes back to us,
real quick.
Chasing the spots warmed by the sun
and counting the seconds til it emerges from that cloud patch,
("are you gonna go under? I am")
Laughing, dodging the dead bugs,
retrieving dead times
to play with for a moment
"yeah? Well, MY parents took US to..."
FLORIDAGEORGIAVIRGINIASMOKEYMOUNTAINSWISCONSIN
etc.
that still linger just below the surface,
in childhood's watery memories.
(and no Band-aids in the pool this time! Yay!)
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Someone Somewhere
A recent trip to South Bend and a motor inn that must have been amazing back in its heyday.