Drowning
The art of drowning is
about holy water vs the profane;
it doesn’t happen in an instant
but a few sips a few gulps at a time,
until one can look around and
say nonono and ohmygoodness
I have swallowed the ocean!
But (pat-on-the-head) anonymous swimmer,
you seem to have it backwards
and versa-vice and
upside downside,
you haven’t swallowed the ocean
as much as the ocean’s swallowed you
(and didn’t notice).
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Another keeper. I love the little parenthetical “and didn’t notice” at the end.
Keep ‘em coming, Dan!
March 23rd, 2006 at 9:28 am