Swimming Pool

Hortensia Anderson

Someone said say
it's a good day
for drowning

and the pool
was a liquid

with a little
gold creeping
over the edges
of giant palms
I took his hand

and led him drugged
to the scalloped

shell of water's edge

and with my palms
I pushed him in.

As he dropped
the sun on the
surface went wild
the dark palms
grabbed at his
sinking body

But as he hit
bottom, like
a lucky coin
the pool went smooth

and everything
went back

to normal.

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The 2River View, 3_2 (Winter 1999)