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Snapshot
The water is crystal clear. The baby stretches
Towards me his chubby hands. I see the other half
Of his pale body swirl submerged in a turquoise film.
Against a screen of light his slippery skin glows fresh.
I holds up his arms in a bright mist.
Young legs pass by making the sea-foam swash.
The girl bends towards the child and talks to him.
Her long brown hair skim the water surface.
Her mouth of mother of pearl
utters soft words of surprise.
I lifts the child and make him bounce
In and out the water. The girl enjoys the game.
The day is like a big plastic ball
Smooth and transparent like Leda’s eggs.
Erminia Passannnati, Oxford, Sept. 2001
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