Poolside poetry

Lap.
Lap.
Lap. Says the water.
Lazy.
A Slow hum.
Pierced with an occasional squeal and splash.
Deep beneath the surface you can hear it.

Two parents, lovers, friends
To refuse to let the daily sand grind them down to enemies
Instead it exfoliates.
Renewing the surface.
Deep in one anothers heart like a parasite.
No. Mutualism.

Two children.
Heart exploding!
Too much laughing and …dramatics.
Breaking the surface.
Cannonball!
Threatening to throw the nonexistent calm out of balance.

The melodious, unrelenting strains (song) of love.
Lap, lap, lap.

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