A swimming pool’s a lonely death
devoid of playful amphibians
angling for bluest corners
concrete shoulders bearing water
wasted in the growing deserts
designed by no god in its right mind
maybe maybe a purpose
posing as a classic conundrum
cars racing though vast aridity
avidly racing land with no corners
California no one really wants
we gave it to some Indians
imagine their and our surprise
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