Why They Closed the Pool

Why They Closed the Pool
Jonathan Moya

After he slipped under,
the gate torqued against its frame.

The ladder hummed, its metal
registering each weight through the rungs.

The light stuttered, each flick
marking the lift.

The suction in the pipes drew the drains 
for hoursr after the pumps cut off,  

Towels tightened, contracting 
under the sun’s pull.

The gate sealed, its hinge settling
as the  pressure left the water.