Poetic texts from Difficult Joys
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Under here, there is yelloworange glasslight.
Suddenly quiet, and lightful. I swim like a
trooper a foot from the bottom, gathering
eyefuls of browngreen shafts of light. Day
falls in and tries to get me. I gasp with
pleasure and plunge again. Swimming
upstream I watch the the depth go greenerdeep.
It is like the only aloneness I desire.
Something in my bellypit turns faster than
I can arch in the water. Down
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