sea scallop

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I suppose
sometime I will grow old,
with happiness.

Holding my breath,
as I do in burning cold water, 
I dive to the bottom,

sometimes stopping,
sometimes swimming,
sometimes treading water,
or simply moving my hands

back and forth,
only to keep still,

forever curious 
about something swimming by 
a sea scallop, an angelfish, 
a broken shell

caught by the light of the sun, 
a rainbow 
on a bottomless ocean floor,
laying just beyond my grasp,
moving further and further away 
with every rolling wave. 


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