Fall 2021 Poetry

Pool is Closed

by Emma Nicole Perkins

The girl on the bike was crossing
the road, One painted stripe at a time;
She’d pressed the button, the lights had
adjusted, She crossed seven stopped cars in a

Her helmeted head looked forward with
glee, As she reached the other side;
I watched her, parked at the barrier’s shoulder,
Curious at her pride.

She looked past the bushes,
And what did she see?
A swimming pool, grey and alone;
It was then that I noticed the suit on her
back, It was then that she turned to go

Never as sad of a face did I see,
That cloudy and blustery day;
Never so droopy a juvenile posture,
Which peddled, peddled away.

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