it's a long
swim home
when the ship
goes down.
but you can make
it with
even strokes,
calm kicks
in the blue
froth of waves,
breath
and pull your
life to shore.
you can almost
see the white
sand,
you leaning
towards the water
with your
soft strong
hand.
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