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