February 

They went swimming,

one of those

communal pools

with children

screaming

at each end. 

They did offer

me the chance

to come,

to sit on wet grass,

pretend it’s boiling hot,

read magazines I don’t care for

and laugh along

with things

that aren’t funny. 

Unfortunately, I’m busy that day.  

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