verse

The Swimmers

Posted: June 19, 2009

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.

Spring 2009 Poetry:

RAPPERS AND THEIR GAME by Michael Cromwell
EDITOR'S CHOICE: Three poems by Robert Flanagan
OCCUPATION by Elizabeth Pavlov
ONE BLUE SHOE by Barbara De Franceshi
THE FUNERAL DIRECTOR by Jennifer Juneau
CASH CROP CONCRETE HOLLOW by Dave Migman
THE SWIMMERS by Oskar Hansen
MAUDLIN MOMENTS by Judson Hamilton
HORNETS by Christie Isler
BLACK MAGIC BOXES by John Tortora