A homeless man swam in
the pool this morning.
I did not know how dire
his straits were until I saw
his plastic bags
and sack in rags
and shriveled limbs.
'Nam lived in his eyes.
Wordlessly he picked his hair
before neatly packing for
his day's routine journeying.
I stole glances as I dressed.
I pressed my iPod off,
packed away my goggles
and fins, then messaged my
girlfriend a note.
I dried my hair under a
screaming machine,
drank a protein milk shake,
swallowed painkillers,
and readied my mind
for the routine ride.
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