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.




Here, dangling your feet – you

don’t know. You don’t even know


if you can swim.


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