Swim

She died quietly, with one hand in the water,
her fingers wrinkled to match her blouse
and the scent of chlorine bathed her skin.

The night sky watched this child of the day –
not waking, not drowning, never waving, never sleeping.
Again.

Time passed and her temperature recorded the hours
until the sun rose and a riot of noise came
as the birds brought in the new.

The reeds behind kept her in the shadow,
protecting her from the sun and hiding her from the light.

Originally inspired by the words “chlorine, night, riot”.

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