I sat beside an empty pool.
The walls were cracked and stained with age.
I dangled on the dry first step
And stared at leaves and cans collected at the drain.
Youthful splashing laughter now an ill-remembered dream.
Numb photos in a rotting peeling book.
Fly-spotted like my arm.
There would be nothing more.
But then I saw another pair of feet had joined mine at the step.
A tender hand then touched my wizened knee.
A simple smile in smooth and youthful cheeks
Was blurred by chlorine-scented tears.
Her honeyed karaoke song, her subtle eye of Ra,
her drenched relief of lost love's grief, pulled me from my flaw.
I'll now be singing symphonies with violin and horn.
At her behest, I will be blessed, and I will be reborn.
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