Today's poem is by Randall Mann
Summer
Weeki Wachee, City of Live Mermaids
The job I chose:
a breathing hose;a Lycra tail;
a sliding scale.My lungs were bruised,
the light, diffusedmy somersault
was not at fault.Before they let
me leave the set,I took the plunge
to clean the scrunge,our code for mold.
The waters holda clear and cold
account untold.At night the pleas
of manateesundid the dark
inscrutable park.
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