Indoor Pool Like streamlined Esther Williams Slipped into aquamarine, Or spurious turquoise water In Million Dollar Mermaid Or Metro’s Neptune’s Daughter, You slip into the oiled-silk sapphire And chlorine. Hockney loops of brightness Moving on the blue-tiled bowl, Put you in mind of Moses Herzog Musing on his soul, And nets of gold reflections Webbing the sandy bottom, From the ferry at Woods Hole. Peter Jeffrey Style Notes #5 Just trying to identify some things that look like crap, Like sunglasses pushed onto your hair; the backwards baseball cap. And please don’t hang your glasses from a chain, You’ll come…