Training

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She moves rhythmically with all her body parts
Her torso, arms, legs and feet always in motion
North and southward, up and down she went
Breathing synchronized with the breaststroke
Butterfly, front crawl, scissors kick, backstroke
Twenty more minutes and she’s done training
Till she turned purple and out of breath
Working as hard as a donkey, she mused
Leaning her arms on the edge of the pool
No nostalgia here, just a small consolation
That one day she’ll reap the reward of her work
Now she’s so feeble even to get out of the pool
Dreaming away as she recovered her strength

 

For: Literary Lion. By Laura Gabrielle Feasey

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