By the time we got to the pool
the clouds were rolling in

but the pool deck was still
warm and left indentions

on our skin as we sat and
a little boy lost his net

in the unheated water,
the shallow end. Still

too deep for him,
he instead swung

around the handrail
with the glee of

someone who has
dropped something

and has no intention
of ever picking it up.