My swim trunks flow like algae,
under & entrenched
by sterile blue shifts)
The once-great sky caverns
into rapt chlorine gates:
The Deep End,
where is it?
Widening curves warp our town
into nill-lands oblique
I have no ground to stand on,
the pool holds me helpless—
‘til Death collects
this daredevil
water-lung &
exhausted.
Hey Kevin, I’m delighted to hear that. You absolutely should — make sure to check out the Substack too! https://lanceschaubert.substack.com/



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