Pretty sure you’ve never been in this pool,
but you know it as part of America’s canon.
In this empty green hole, closed due to drought
once swam Stacy, Rattner, Mike Damone
and Phoebe Cates in one of America’s most inspiring
topless scenes, thanks to a sunny California day
and a soundtrack by The Cars.
You can find the film here and there on DVD,
VHS if you look hard enough and have a player,
but here at the house two blocks off Kittner in south Canoga
you can swim with Stacy’s ghost, just waiting for Rattner
and his selfish buddy to peek their eyes over the fence boards,
visitors from another era wishing to return, towels in hand,
an AMC Gremlin parked at the curb.
The wheels of skaters have scarred the pool’s walls,
and elm leaves mostly fill its basin. But the spirit is here,
and you’ll know you’re in the right place by the slow moving tourists
who roll along the street, point, hold up iPhones, take selfies
the home’s frontage circulated again via Instagram and Facebook;
the owners have never worried enough to hire security,
knowing they’re protected forever by Spicoli’s ghost.