Final lines about summer swimming

Here are the last few tweet-poems from my river-swimming jaunts in July which I forgot to post at the time...

15 July

My neighbour joins (a fellow mum), our children stranded inside,
The current pulses against pale thighs: we are re-entering our lives.

16 July

I wait for the sun, counting down to one, feeling resistant,
Once in I can barely swim, the river churns and thumps - equally incalcitrant.

17 July

A man eyed me from the bank, dangling his flaccid limbs in the stream,
His stares diminished by the undulating phalanx flowing in between.


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