There’s one person.
From a distance,
Looks familiar.
Bony woman,
Leathery skin,
Long limbs, short white
Hair, wading now
Into the waves.
You knew her once.
Go say hello.
She’s lost some teeth.
She smiles at you
And remembers
Your daughter’s name.
You should swim out
Deeper, she says.
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