The splash of outdoor swimmers
a steady murmur rising and falling
and laughter
and sunburned children shrieking.
a warm breeze carries scents of
cut grass and cigarettes
Summer music ghosts
through cheap transistor radios
and somewhere close, springboards
thwack and shudder
at the Deep End
where fathers push their sons
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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