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.


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