like swimming.
at the loom of the junction:
the weathered leisure centre, its never legible signage
tyre streaked asphalt carpark and
members only spaces
holiday limbo
public holiday celebrations spell closure
other calendar days
wait to be wondered on
Monday to Saturday
the weird, washy welcome
hello ceiling of lights, hello endless pool
toes kicking closer, still.
§
No comments:
Post a Comment