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  • Writer's pictureIsaac Exline

Lifeguard

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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