circling, circling
This year the neighbors’ pool
was still green and cloudy
at Memorial Day,
a family illness delaying
the usual shock-and-awe
campaign to bring crystal
clear chlorine joy and radio
blaring frivolity to our summer.
This year, my daughters began
their upstairs window-watching
early and are rewarded
finally, finally
at the end of June:
not only clear blue water but
a two-person flamingo-
shaped inner tube
circling, circling
the blow-up raft a mesmerizing
spectacle of long flamingo neck
visible even at yard-level peeking
over the privacy fence.
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this made smile
I saw that flamingo and commented on it the other day! If fact I think I said, “I bet Elizabeth loves that!” 🙂
Strong poem! Each lick brings the picture into sharper focus! Well done!
“upstairs window-watching” drew me into the poem.
Summer a long time coming. Worth the wait. Enjoyed
Great tight imagery and sound. I shared the anticipation.
Fun.