The scuba divers gather by the pool
in black tanks and tank suits. We
swim our laps in aqua water.
Other swimmers stroke past us, breathing hard
as they glide. Arms flashing.
We leave the pool, take in
cut-grass scent in the dark, enter
the car, cruise home, the crescent moon
hung in the sky, our first night swim-
a translucent autumn sable falling
through our eyes, crowning our lips.
– Judy Katz-Levine
(previously published in Ygdrasil)