KEVIN RABAS

POOL, RING

Sonya came up
  from the water
with a ring on. Thad
had proposed in the water,
and she’d gone under,
  then said yes
at guard station #4,
  her shift spent,
her tube and cup, left.

You know I loved her.

Sonya ruffled my hair
  when she went that night,
the pool lights humming
  blue and green,
my hair wet, her hands hot
  as pavement, as sand and glass,
as chlorine tank, as a stone
  left all day in the sun.