a poem reprinted from EDP magazine:
Pool Lifeguard
From my high chair I watch them
splash and kick, push and drift.
That’s how they measure progress
here.
A passer-by might often think
my life is sunshades and casual
cotton.
But swimmers know my legs
are bared for instant rescue.
My whistle halts their risky
tricks:
I can save lives without moving,
but, surprised, they freeze as if
I’d killed them.
Stuart Larner
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