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warm, green, blue water

surrounds my feet as I

lazily paddle about

surrendering softly to my

swimmer's will

though they by drops alone could

easily out number my private, gentle

ponder

instead they choose to caress as they

seize me

imprisoning my tired, troubled thoughts

making me come to love their innocently

natural mastery of massage

feverishly at once I am enraptured

to believe that all can become indeed

quite well if

one never leaves the Caribbean..........

(Jan. 26,1994am)