in summer's long, golden light
       everyone's a blonde

chlorine mist hangs 
                still in the air
       the bouquet of youth

when you look into the fading sun
shadows stretch impossibly long, and
Nostalgia comes calling
these are the days you will remember
                                     she says

open your eyes and
                          drink your fill
now, while you can

for Today's warm light will fade with winter's chill,
sure as day
                      to night

but not today, she says, 
           when the lifeguard stands
                   sentinel of vibrant Youth

armored in zinc oxide, mirrored sunglasses and
skin of glowing bronze

No, today he is the Blue-Eyed Boy
         with Mr. Death nowhere to be found

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