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When

the boat

is over

my head

and

bottom

becomes

top.

When

water is my last

breath.

When

the boogy-dark

is

boogier

under the

done for

boat.

When

no one will swim.  They could

but they

couldn’t.

When it’s

fists and limbs.

When I do.

Swim I mean.

When it’s a

sudden end always.

When eight boys.

When four girls.

Don’t. Don't Swim.

When we the other 

four

make it.

To shore.

When at first:

buoys

and then drug from bottom.

When never

such soft sand in my hair.

When a hundred feet out is the softest sand there is.