Swimming in Ballet slippers

" Inside myself is a place where I live all alone, and that is where I renew my springs that never dry up."
- Pearl Buck



the evening's sky settled in like a toddler belly flopping in the shallow end of the pool..

 the swimming teacher gave up on this wild child. -- whose resistance to learning how to swim made her prey

to gazing at seagulls and butterflies... skimming over the blue chlorine scented pool--in a neighborhood where everyone had them

floating on her back, she prayed for her turquoise stingray spinning on the dead-end black top block, and her ballet slippers sweeping  a hard wood floor--

sweet chopin playing waltzes-- as she would dance in threes--

 never a care for pop up fires or leaks, leading to floods-- within the spooky rambling ballet studio

she later learned to be a little guppy fish--in an ocean of stars, dancing
on the surface of the wavering waters

- kate lamberg (c)'18

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