In this concrete vessel of cool chlorination
The water held me up,
Tirelessly resisted my strokes
All summer, the early morning sun peeked over the trees
And spilled daylight on my wet head.
But it was the alchemy of low afternoon sun
On this late summer day
That transmuted plain water into
A brilliant white purple mercurial elixir.
I floated there alone for a long while.
Last swim of the summer