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  • Writer's pictureIsaac Exline


I sit in my chair at my table

waiting for someone to come

dreading that someone might come

Cicadas buzz like a tuning fork

setting the note of the day

The pool’s still surface

beckons me to take a dive

an escape from the day’s heat

I would rather stay dry

Luckily I have my book

We move the hands of the clock together

as I travel from page to page

lost on a desert planet

A family comes through the gate

I check them in

Say hello

And leave them to their liquid relief

The sun finally takes a dive

Another day at the pool is over

The cicadas’ song has ceased


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