The turquoise pool rose up to meet us Its slide a silver afterthought down which We plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy Shaking water off our limbs, we lifted Up from ladder rungs across the fern-cool Lip of rim. Afternoon. Oiled and sated We sunbathed, rose and paraded the concrete Danced to the...Learn More