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Swim Lesson

Sometimes it’s a tiny poem
One seashell from the jar of many
Sometimes it’s the size of
One whole ocean.
The trick is always the same—
Hold your breath. Plunge in.
Jump with this whole resisting body.
Swim. Don’t drown. Better yet,
Float on your back.
Look at the sun
Through the clouds

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