poetry

camp pool slide

camp pool slide

the kids line up
to corkscrew its length
just enough water
to keep the clip up
just enough depth
to make entry exciting
the temp’s just right
to orbit around
endlessly dripping giggles

poetry

Marco Polo

Marco Polo

in the blue cold of pool
we split his name in half
echo discovery
find innocent contact
bubbling with laughter
even as we’re trapped