The Swimmers: A Poem

The two rotund, none smoking, healthy middle aged

ladies sit in their splashing pool get suntanned and wet

during the heat of the day; only venture to the beach

when the sun sets and body fascists and sand kickers

go home. Far out they swim, gleaming seals that glide

with ease in the water, on their way to mate and meet

other seals frolic and play to dawn. Early bathers may

see the pair making slow progress in the sand and

there are those who will say: "Look, how fat they are."

Not seeing they are tired, well fed seals on their way

home after a feast of fish and love on the outer rocks.

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