Pool

27 October
Bizarre hotel again, in a sun chair
A Russian fencing coach (team from Kuwait)
Makes forceful but controlled moves in the air
While chatting. Thought him ill to agitate
His wrist like that, as if to music swift
Now realize it's how he earns his keep
These tiny thrusts and turns. Training or gift,
He nonetheless must do that in his sleep.
As for the rest, it's squealing pudgy tots
Of all skin tones- while parents loll porcine
What strange ill-logic or mistakes have brought
Them to pretend this Emirate's a fine
Place for bikini suntans and a dip?
I feel such caste/class tension on this trip.