The situation as closing time approaches
At the shallow end of the pool a man is blowing
tiny clouds into the evening sky.
A couple of metres off a boy and girl embrace
for the first time – gently chafing with their lower bodies,
they want to dance in a night-club, preferably until morning,
swim towards each other underwater
and clasp each other as they they once have seen it in a film.
Or wave and call out to the gawping man,
who suddenly seems to reconsider and pretends to climb
cautiously out of the pool now that the thrashing legs
of the loving couple start assuming all sorts of shapes
in the ever-moving water.
