the swimmer

you remember
the boy, donny,
may have been his
name, jumping feet
first into
the pool and sinking
quickly
to the bottom
of the deep end
while you treaded
water right
above him. he couldn't
swim, but he
didn't care, or
so it seemed.
and when they pulled
him up, blue
as the june sky,
his freckles
dulled by near
death, they
laid him on the side
and pumped
the water from
his pale body.
and when he awoke
he looked over
at you, with his
gap toothed smile
and said, i told
i you i could swim.