Here are a couple of recent poems. I promise that I have done the last lifeguard/pool related poem of the season – after all it is now September, isn’t it? And the other one, well, summer’s not over yet, no matter what the pool schedule says.
Lifeguard on Duty
You point the finger at the girls
but short of any reason to stop them
no whistle
instead
the cold splatters of Teenage Cannonball
results being as expected
a shower of cold chlorinated water
soaks you.
And perfect timing. It’s a hot day.
It’s always a hot day.
The concrete pool deck steams.
8/24/21
Deep Green
The bushes in the yard
flap and patter a conversation
something indignant they are today and
they gesture their leaves at
the I-don’t-care semi-wilt of
the flowers in the clay pots
who sunbathe
drop petals
and gossip in high bright tones
what a contrast to all the green
Jealousy
surrounding them
9/3/21
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I like Deep Green–I often imagine the flowers gossiping, too.
I love this:
“they gesture their leaves at
the I-don’t-care semi-wilt of
the flowers in the clay pots”
Thank you. I have always thought of flowers and plants as having feelings and thoughts and a society. And maybe that is why I like being in a garden or in the woods so much.
We went to a sunflower farm yesterday. Sunflowers definitely smile.
I have often thought that lifeguards on stinking hot days must actually long for something to happen so they can dip into the pool and cool down.
Well, you don’t want to wish trouble on the swimmers, so going in after one is not really what you think to solve the problem, but you do tolerate a whole lot more kids splashing you as they go off the diving boards, and when your turn in the chair is up, yes, you bet, you don’t climb down, you jump off into the water ASAP! And a spray bottle does a lot to help.