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Shall we not sink to the bottom, settle
as debris in suburban backyard pool
this microcosm of ocean, farewell
to our shipwreck with treasure chest of jewels
plastic, of course, sunk next to lost goggles
overwhelmed by our heavy anchor hearts
a wasp drowns, death knell on a mini swell
a sailor and ambitions torn apart
by boogie boards moonlighting as shark fins
a struggle as I grab the net, fling wasp
to grass, chill wind on skin as the kids grin
"Dad, hot pool! Let's go!" and drag me to spa
a life lost, a dream aimlessly ravaged
through joy of my children I am salvaged
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