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in the water the body slips away, swimming
the sounds are the things still knocking holding an ear before they too slip away
we can be golden swimmers swimming
the seaweed showing the way of the tide
the cold water just cold enough
intertidal fields and hills below
salt water cool against open eyes
body spread like a sky diver
seaweed upholstery soft against
lifted in
back out
paused, floating, soundless sunlight splitting running across the watery under
ascophylm nodosum
buoys, we - us - above brown-yellow lifting weeds