For
filth and trash and slime,
With
rumors of dead bodies floating
Once
upon a time.
I’ve
witnessed homeless people
Dumping
urine (maybe worse)
Into
water which you’d think
No
normal person would immerse.
Yet
yesterday I spotted both
A
kayak and a boat
Which
were following a swimmer
Stroking
hard to stay afloat.
Baring
skin as white as chalk
(No
wetsuit acting as a shield),
She
proceeded through the current,
Her
emotions well-concealed.
For
if she felt some revulsion
Or
exuberance or fear
Maybe
all her concentration
Helped
to make them disappear.
As
we watchers on the promenade
Did
marvel in our masks
I
reflected on how people are
So
varied in their tasks.
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