Saturday, December 31, 2016

Kerri Shying R - # 174 - the deep end


the deep end

I had one long last look
 he took one himself    

back into the blue rings of pool life

that deep breath before the dive
 skin hugged to wet skin

shivering in hot sun
 long ago

the black and white towel
 with deep fringing Mum-packed

left fluff along the toes
 when  dried

but we kids never dried on towels we chose
 to lie in state  in splendour   thin as greyhounds

whip bellies sticking to the concrete aprons of the
 municipality     little blowflies on the screen door

of suburbia    brown before anyone
 gold as butter biscuits

the one time you were
 exquisite

rate that second   eat that gesture  rate it now
 let all else leave you unperturbed

2 comments:

  1. so good, moving. Happy New Year Kerri.

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  2. I love this section particularly: whip bellies sticking to the concrete aprons of the
    municipality little blowflies on the screen door

    of suburbia brown before anyone
    gold as butter biscuits

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