Poolside Bartender

Vintage Words


I watched them come and come

inside, outside, around the stair

of water and hot tub sauna action

that felt good on the back.


Cold air lifted the tarp and cool

air brushed over wet skin

so wonderously, I basked,



Isn't the wind cold here?

No, I'm not going outside.

I get a little breeze sometimes.

I was also blocking the

exit by sitting in the water

on the submerged stairs.


It was a hot tub and bar

but I bought my drink

on solid ground once I

exited the warm wet

vacation. I would have

gone back in but everything

had cooled. The tab paid, it

was time to go.








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Kalahari, Oh! My adventures in water.

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