I.Leaves are heavy today;
Hold dead on the trees.
No sun, rain, light or sound
to play off the
Off the dry mountain.
No crows cavort through trees in chase
Riverbed full of dried rock and poison ivy
Distant hum of highway
brown garbage bins stare open with gaping jaws.
Weights clunk to the bottom of the pool;
Their images wavy under cold currents.
whistle blows and we, shivering in our plain tank suits
and white rubber caps. fall
in and tunnel down,
to the dead bodies
Struggle to reenter air and
Fight to carry their weight.
Clinging to the side of the slimy edge that
Smacks our faces with chlorine.
Such is this day.