February 16, 2008
By Rebekah Connell, Canandaigua, NY

My paddle glides through
the clear water
bubbles in its wake
lifting out, it
sprinkles me with
cool droplets
my paddle swings
back and over in a
smooth, controlled arc
the left end dips into the
water, then returns
to the air
a continuous spiral
directed by the strength
of my arms
propelling myself through
the water, I bask
in the heat of the
sun and the triumph of
moving by my own power

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