The dolphin and the hamburger and inner tube are banished to
the shed for the winter. At the deep end, a few leaves, a premonition, rest
beyond easy reach of the skimmer.
It is different than it was. The pool water even looks
different — colder, bluer, like the spring sky after the sun disappears and all
the tenuous warmth goes out of the day and the black hole opens up.
They will cover it up soon and it will truly be over. No
more floating and looking at the stars. No more Saturday afternoons cooling off
after mowing the lawn. No more squeezing in a few pages before sunset. Now we
rediscover how it used to be. Now we Swiffer the floor and open the mail with
nothing to distract us.
Will you not weep for us?
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