SaturdayIIII August

The hairy woman
Getting out of the pool.
Is walnut brown.

Tanned and toned.
She's a regular.

Drenched pageboy hair drips pool water down her neat vanity free cheeks as she ducks to find footing in her flipflops.

She has a smiling, sideways mouth.
Turned towards familiar staff.

She moves irregularly, in clumsy jerks.
She has a sharp sense of who is where: a shy, human radar.
She has wolflike patches of brown hair on her left wrist and ankle.
She slips into the water's rhythm.
Speedily spears through the water arms and legs jackknifing.
The hairy woman who can't half swim.
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