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December 8, 2013
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I’m swimming, and the ocean floor is in
clear focus—rippling grasses, swaying trees,
red-shingled homes, and all of these
beneath me. I am swimming but the sea
is light as wind, and bubbling currents sweep
me up and up and down and up again.
I’m swimming, but I am alone—I see
a group of creatures moving ‘round below
me; but up here above the ocean floor
I am alone. I am a lonely fish,
up here, in what the humans call the sky.

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