*Patti McGee

Surely the sky is for swimming.
Kissing the curve, the perimeter: 
a pool built for my skimming.

Palms swivel in the breeze,
fluid: an inverted aquarium freeing
soles swirling, upturned.

Blonde was conceived to unfold
strands of sunbeam, concentric
streaming from my acrobatics.

The whirlwind is watery; 
somatic craft pauses
within photography: skating releasing

Wheels and blades—transfiguring
imitation to pure ideation:
culmination into liquid motion.

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