Pool

He had one dive left and

nothing in the tank, no

spare memories to fill the total

blankness of the pool, its meaning

drained without competition,

emptied of spectators, chairs

stacked, lights extinguished, doors

locked against last minute

rule changes, nothing but

him and his nerve and his

toes’ tentative discovery of where

solidity ended.

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  • Linda Munn  On August 25, 2012 at 2:00 am

    Nice visual, but sad at the same time.

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