Antiquarian Aquatics


The zebra swim (shower) cap
skims the gentle waves
and lands softly on the lane rope.
Eunice was just too enthusiastic
as she ponied to Greased Lightning
sending ripples of chlorinated water
to bump in rhythm against the faded blue tile.

Rita perches on her wooden stool
imitating the choreographed motions but
without Eunice’s enthusiasm.

Grabbing a pink noodle,
Elaine wades into the steaming water
and begins to work it between her legs.
With her back to Rita, she moves
among the group enjoying her own song.
Eventually she tires of her melody
and leans on the silver rail.



About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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