High on the platform my longlegged lifeguard reclines cat-like, her keen eyes invisible behind wraparound shades.
Mute as pharoah, she scans the lanes of middleaged men like me slapping like mad thru lukewarm water as if swimming backward in time.
She used to look down and nod as I passed her throne, feeling as guilty as a girl over my exposed gut. Now she ignores me.
What have I done to earn her displeasure? Would she deign to save me if I were drowning?
These are my questions as I suck in my gut and shamble shamefacedly to the empty lane, taking my place among my sagging brethren.
With toes curled over the lip of the cool tile, I watch the waves undulate seductively, then take a deep breath and dive into the watery grave of our lost youth.
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