An example of what it would be like to be a grumpy old curmudgeon living in a condominium unit with a view of the pool.
Barely a year old,
Hover tall among the sunbathers,
Nearly as bold.
There’s close-cut grass
Browning in the sun–
Still greener than this concrete jungle, though.
(That shouldn’t be allowed in the pool!)
Cling translucently tight to their hosts’ forms
As they splosh around in slippery flip-flops,
Leaving wet criss-crossed trails to the rest houses.
A girl’s hitting her head
To get the water out her ears
She’s jumping as she does it–
Looks almost like she’s dancing–Ha!
There’s a boy wiping his face,
Trying to get the water out of his eyes
(As if he’ll ever get the water out of his eyes).
A group of noisy college kids
Grapple with each other
On one of the benches–
The miracle of how they all fit–
To find the position for the perfect group selfie.
The whole bunch of them giggle and scream;
Somehow the couple in the corner stays kissing,
Unlike the constantly splashing water.
It’s summer outside.
I can hear its breeze calling.
I shut the window.