Pool of Youth
Legs propelling me off the edge
underwater.
Looking up, ceiling going by.
Diaphragm controlling steady exhaling,
arms overhead.
Then breaststroking, legs frog kicking,
air bubbling out my nose-
preventing water going in.
Maybe breath control is another benefit
granted an oldster
for playing clarinet
as a youngster.
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