poetry JONES BEACH POOL by Lauren Shapiro I'm sorry I'm late meeting you at the boardwalk restaurant,
but the water was so clear and cool, and I had a whole lane to myself, and a lounge chair right by the steps so I only had to shiver for a second and then there were towels, summer tea, and sun streaming in through closed eyes,
but actually that's not what made me late—
it was that today the outdoor showers had hot water and brand new curtains and no boys had climbed up the barrier wall
and, for once, I had remembered shampoo.
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