Chlorine green hair.

Feet smacking the burning pavement.

Sticky red popsicle dripping down her arms.

With a running leap,

She glides through the air

Suspended over the gleaming water

Before breaking the calm and the heat.

 

Beneath the surface

Muffled music pulses.

Her movement slows

More graceful than on land.

Drifting in and out of the patches of light

She twists through the water

Free from land life. 

Poetry

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