No laps counted,
Just an hour's time.
On her back she turns,
With eyes gaze upward to the white-lit beams.
Arms are raised--airborne--with a student's hands.
Shoulders rotate,
Biceps are built, not with bulk,
But with the sinews of this swimmer's strokes.
But with the sinews of this swimmer's strokes.
Forearms forge,
As oars they row,
Feet flutter--ankles in unison cycle--
Through the pristine pool's waters.
From one end to the other,
This mermaid endeavors.
No laps counted,
Just one hour's time,
This mermaid swims.
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