The turquoise pool shimmered in the heat haze.

No scent of eucalyptus here though.

This is a roof top pool in New York.

Aroma, instead  of candy floss , sugary sweet.

The busy city below sounding

like a farm yard with the oink oink of car horns.

I apply lip balm and go  for

a hot, strong tea.

The young man with me is

my son and his child.

He has brought me for a few days in New York.

Posh hotel, posh swimming pool.

Next time he may take me

to Tahiti with its hot sand

and warm sea.