The first swimming instructor.

I lean across the rail and gaze into a trench.

Some mossy undergrowth and clear water……

The hues of an old bottle of wine,

Sundry tadpoles in various stages of transfiguration

And a lone tiny taupe frog

Swimming contentedly, in a singular fashion, in a straight line

And I reckon, that’s where we first learned to swim


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