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Thanks Vincent I did just wonder if you needed the last two lines P -----Original Message----- From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Stephen Vincent Sent: 17 November 2010 01:18 To: [log in to unmask] Subject: Snap - Vincent In a waking dream a green ocean swells up beyond the shore; Somewhere a megaphone announces a young child is dead. It's not the way I like to start the day: in bed with mortality beckoning. At noon I go swimming. A pregnant woman invites me share her lane, "You look like you are almost due." "Sometimes this week," she smiles. "The pressure is really on." Back and forth we kick, stroke & cross the side of each others path. One thousand yards later (no kidding!), I climb out the pool. She floats slowly on her back, laps of water caressing her face. I raise my hand in a kind of salute, "I wish you safe passage." She smiles back. Early morning by death, noon by life: Cycles - I hear them coming - the oncoming, winter heart. Stephen Vincent