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The Swimmer
Her lithe body stretched in half,
bisected, torso to toes
and upright again.
Effortlessly she tucks
her wild dark hair
beneath an azure rubber cap,
as if hiding a bonfire
beneath a mossy log.
Sizing up the ocean,
she steps unflinching
into the depths
of the cold green sea.
Undeterred by the
pursed purple lips
of her elderly counterparts,
she submerses herself
without hesitation.
Resurfacing only to slap and crawl
through the glassy turquoise water.
Slap. Glide. Breathe.
Slap. Spin. Turn...
And I watch, I learn,
I admire her.
I counted twelve laps,
but it could've been more.
As she flicks her feet
and begins breast-stroke,
her legs curl.
And as if transformed,
become as nimble as a frogs,
caught within the rapture
of an elemental force.
By Mia L Hart 2011
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