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Smooth feet
slipping on the drenched rope.
Sun shining
like a fluorescent light.
One foot gone.
Then the other.

Help, I shout.
then
A splash roared in my ears.
One hazel eye,
next to me.

Cold arms
swooping under my back.
Scaly like snake skin.

I am a soaring eagle,
risen back to the rope

No fuzzy towel.
Just a rope.





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