| a lifeguard laments the winter |
|
| i'm in the mood |
| for the summer again, |
| when the friends I caroused
with |
| flew from far away places |
| just to see me it seemed, |
| and I was as witty and clever
as they; |
| staying up till the dawn |
| when the sun woke and solemly
kissed |
| my deliciously tanned arms and
legs |
| on display on the beach, |
| and I'd spend |
| all my days and my nights |
| half naked |
| and utterly beautiful |
| so I thought, |
| and I too caught myself |
| sneaking lusty quick glances |
| at myself in the glass walking
by. |
| now it's drizzling and dreary |
| and I'm propped bundled up |
| droopyhaired pudgy and pale |
| to be stuck playing bridge |
| with the dull, |
| bucktoothed twins |
| from next door. |
|
| © Jon Bohrn (1997) |
