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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