in three afternoons i watch my kids flourish in the swimming pool (like spring this year) all wet and on fast-forward.
they're learning by games not instruction - the simple freedom to figure it out.
their porpoising and laughter is sweet relief a kind of nostalgia: summers with my grandparents, blue-lipped cousins, and the solid red-brick warming pan of the garage wall.
and also a distraction from my dross thoughts gloomy and tired as a daggy, grubbed up jumper
i take on the role of photographer and cheer them on glad to hitch a ride to innocence.
So many good images in this! I liked porpoising π
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brilliant ! especially the last line ! wraps the poem up neatly like a ribbon π
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Thanks! π
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