The Chlorine Blues

Days long gone
carefree and electric
parallel lines, swim lanes
deep blue
shimmery diamonds
glinting in the sun
three dog night
blasting through the summer heat
wings too: band on the run
diving and thriving
submerged
across and back
in a single breath.
Our own water world
adolescent explorations
body images exposed
celebrated
and shapened,
social intercourse
hits and misses
for six young girls isolated
from small town city life
laughable, now
considering
our burg’s population: 3000
hardly a metropolis.
Municipal swimming pool
our Shangri-La, our Shambala
our Midwest Martha’s Vineyard.

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