This is about the end of a relationship, i think. The man in the salmon jacket seems to begin a grave Japanese-style bow, his body held rather tensely, his arms parallel, the feet revealing a slight pigeon-toe. His gaze assesses - this is what I have wrought.
He isn't dressed for poolside; he just stopped by, he will be leaving soon, going on to afternoon cocktails at the beach.
Set at hillside's edge, the pool is elevated; it tops a mountain of its own, the vista of forever stretches beyond its deck. It's warm, the sun is fresh and high, all sparkles and all is still. The light breaks up the water's movement into puzzle pieces - the swimmer's search for passage through is ended. The pool is the grave, the body floats in blue eternity, limbs sprawling; it will never again need to draw breath.
The young man bids farewell. He waits until it ends for him, he can say no more. He will turn on his heel and make his leave-taking a recessional.
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