Rising

March 16, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dangle your feet over

the edge. Beyond,

.

a glow rises

warm as fire.

.

You only want it

to be the shimmering

.

waters of dreams,

that you might slip into

.

and swim within, like

a porpoise, like a blue

.

dolphin. It will wash gold

through your hair, light bronze

.

in your eyes, and when it rolls

and tosses, may you laugh and ride.

.

But.

.

Here, dangling your feet – you

don’t know. You don’t even know

.

if you can swim.

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