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The waves were relentless.
I should’ve turned back
but as usual each stroke
became a succession.
In between I saw
silver leaves
succumbing to the wind
and rays of sunlight
reflecting like floating stars
on the surface.
It’s easy to become lost
in the simple movements
seems to suspend except for
the constant lift
and release of limbs,
the steady slap of waves
against my skin
the in and
out of my breath
and determination
to reach the other shore
even though I knew
you wouldn’t be there.
C.S. Fox