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Ars Aquatica.

Ars Aquatica

   Dive in,
   arms flailing freestyle strokes
   like windmills or hands of a clock.
   Clock the counter. Turn
   to watch your school leap past you from their pedestals with the
   lead
   or gap you left them, hopefully landing
   further from you than your nose
   did from that kid's
   shoulder the day
   your purple life-fluid
   flowed like ink marooning
   the pool Nile-red, the meet recalled,
   the lifeline flung to your limp flesh,
   a fish defeated by your own school.
   Dolphin kicking, you butterflied like fire.

   Your wings perpetually pulled you
   beyond yourself, splitting the seam
   between the water and the endless blue above.
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Author:Nadelson, Matthew
Publication:Aethlon: The Journal of Sport Literature
Article Type:Poem
Date:Mar 22, 2009
Words:103
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