another sunday

Another Sunday.

We sat by the swimming pool in the public park,
Not many people about, most had gone to the beach;
She doesn’t like sand and I don’t like sea creatures
Such as sharks and possible crocodiles, I saw one
Once it was said it was a log, I’m not so sure.

The pool water, clear as drops from thawing snow
On a roof a day in early April; pool’s bottom, blue
Tiled, sunlight sent arrows of golden rays into it.
Green grass, free of bird droppings, yet Sunday
Hung like a theatre curtain covering a dull last act.

Pool and sun, have as, a pleasure, a limitation, one
Gets bored, so we didn’t stay too long; agreed it
Had been a great days and went home for a meal.
She sat on a sofa watching a soap; I just sat there,
World wearily Leafing through, T L S.