Depth deepens, registers on sky-blue tile as Black numbers. Chrome ladders dip. Pool sign warns, No Lifeguard On Duty. Lifepreserving ring Preserves what wants to float, yet lacks Hand to make the toss, administer basic life Support. Pepsi machine stands guard in lobby, But saves only from thirst, never drowning.
Man dives into deep end, swallowed by water, Gets splash where once was thud.
Ripples make Pool active, waves flood gutters. Makes You forget displaced earth, dirt born here, A field that once belonged. May. While this professional writer pens everything from fiction to poetry to magazine articles, his first love is poetry. I have to write poetry. Wright, a native of Hawaii and currently a resident of Palo Alto, Calif., has been published in more than 100 poetry journals.