Stepping In
Slowly stepping into the pool,
I feel the waters climb me: cool
Against my hot, sweaty body.
Nearby, pool men work like nobody’s
Business. Something like a fiddle
Plays on one’s MP3. Little
Creatures scurry from the long arm
Of the net he spoons like a storm
Swirling through the waters. Poolside,
He walks back and forth making wide
Arcs with the net until he is done
Then rests in the shade from the sun.
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