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We are not significantly
Genetically
Different than starfish.
Basically besides development,
We’re emphatically
The same.

We swim in wind
And spin
With all five points into the blue.
And nothing’s new
And we’re not old
Under the sun.

When I die
I think I’d like to
Dry out on warm sand,
Then when as hard as bones,
On sea foam
Float away.


grab the diving board
and wrap it around your waist,
taste the salty snacks floating

to your sun-kissed fingers
as you dangle your feet
in sparkling water

with warm waves
that tickle toes
until they hang soft and loose,

letting tension fall with the bugs
to the bottom
of the pool.


Chlorine and sunscreen
And mean
Swimming instructor.
Do the butterfly stroke
Or float or
Like a nervous blowfish,
Just bobble
Blue-faced,
Tread water until
You taste towels
And a t-shirt
On the ride home.
Can’t swim in the shallow,
Well,
Give it a go 
In the can’t touch- 
Learn or
Drown deep, down
You go
Praying for snow
Or sickness
Until school starts again.