‌Two swimming pools

A photo

Struck out of a steep valley

A hill of technicolour white white On a sun blue blue painted perch Set in the Kentish August dust against a green green screen

A bright bright pool Blown outdoors For us swimmers

We get in and can see through To now

I hold my breath and dive.

A photo

Struck out of a steep valley

A dripping road black black back Breath still held we walk

To a green green glass room Against a green green screen

A dark dark pool Trapped indoors

There are no swimmers

I look in and can see through To then

Putrid I can only peep, afraid.

November 30, 2014