tonight sitting by the caravan park pool
with the blow up pink flamingo--
a pack of young boys
clamber in the pool
to tip each other over--
the plastic grass is soaked in chlorine
and sun burnt bodies are dressed
in fringed spangled swimwear--
a pet ostrich pecks
at fake grass insects--
I swim myself back to the lake
last night where spoonbills sifted mud
and we swam in the soft rippled quiet
watching a pelican carry the sun down
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