He called it swimming

His shawl of despair
dragged him
to the river floor

No more
wind moon
sun and stars

And he
nailed his feet
to the deep

And his skin
grew ragged
fed the pale fish

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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