Akron swims before dawn, high above the city, an Infinity Pool
centered in Singapore, allows him to do laps before the world awakes,
reflect on the day past, the day to come, before tourists arrive
on the Observation Deck to sunbathe, get drunk on the Sands' blue-fire-cool,
sipping from Martini glasses, as if never to apologize for
the wealth they must display as social butterflies, and trash talk for the sake
inglorious of hate, for no better reason, than love cannot survive
crimes against poverty like beating up beggars asleep in dark alleys.
Say nothing of distant lands and abhorrent men on vacation, too poor,
as they say, to enjoy the Infinity Pool as Akron does at night,
the son of the Head Chef, he runs Olympic laps with no one to bother,
obligated to clean up after the foul guests get into a food fight,
reason allows Akron to persuade the owner, his grandfather's brother,
illicit use of pool services at off-hours, with dust from the fairies.
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