in its handling of the seasonal shifts
always too moist
with clumsy, slow-moving hands.
sticky
wet
a very bad transition.
This time though, the air smells different
the creeping December invites delicate things,
the grazing of legs
as we climb your back fence -
the thrill of pool chair fumblings
in the morning's damp dark -
the surrendered, half-open mouth
disabled on the very first plunge
sticky
wet
slow moving hands.
