Tuesday, May 13, 2025

Blue


Blue

She smiles and turns to the water's edge, wades up to her knees,

fingertips gently combing the surface, welcoming the wetness.

Lifting and bending knee and waist,  

her body propels forward into an arc that pierces the surface.  

She disappears below.

Ripples mark the spot and sparkling reflections follow the form below

With a flowing motion she rolls and wet face emerges  in the setting sun.

Reborn in River-water, she smiles, turns, swims with graceful strokes trailing memories that glow in the wake.

Written on the first anniversary of my mother's death, Jan. 10, 2024 

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