wet lane
of the community pool,
roped off in twirls of red
and blue.
i stare up at the rafters.
the white beams,
made of steel and timber.
the lights on, bright as stars.
arm over arm i go,
kicking my legs.
breathing from side to side.
i'll get there soon.
i can feel the wall nearing.
i have a knack for endings.
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