Boys

As if more than the ether, sounds 

& methylated vapours evaporate

From the tables of nail varnish

Good vibrations

She’s giving me excitations

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Stem

The water flows over

With a regular burble

Tonight it will be the cicadas

That we hear, but until then

To rub ones fingers on the lavender

Focus the camera

On the singular pinkish-red rose

That stands at the otherwise side

Of the sparkling, and inviting

Fusion-blue swimming pool

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The Big Man

A serious splash

Talk of beached whales

& pools being instantly emptied

Firm disruptive strokes

Followed by the intense calm

Of a good body afloat

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Far

There is a half moon

At halfway

Through the day

Or somewhere thereabouts

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Poolside

The first swim of the day

My first swim of this vacation

The rubber duck thermometer

Is already at 27 degrees - centigrade that is

Terracotta tiles line the blue sky

This being the only horizon

Unless I include the waving pine

Whose needles fall, effortless, to the water

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