Night Swim

Push off the wall
and the water
pulls me long—
Where’s my daughter?
Oh asleep.
And somehow
I forgot her
in this green light
so late
. Summer
and the dark sky
presses hotter
on the surface
of this pool
though my face
as I lift it wet
feels cool again
and I plunge
straight forward—
sleek the length,
soft and streaky
as a comet.

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