Swim by Bruce Michael Foley

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SWIM

Her fine legs come to mind
dripping wet after our swim.

Lake water sliding as pearl drops
down to her sand sparkled bare feet.

Sun dancing a crystal shine on long eyelashes
she passed seductive brush strokes through her hair,
setting it as I liked it, in a ponytail.

Lord, what a beauty, indeed.

I told her more than once
not to be unfaithful.

I reminded her of loyalty before holding her head under,
she could go to hell now for all I care.

“You won’t be alone, he’s waiting for you
down there,” I said.

There was some expected thrashing with
attempts to grab a hold on me, but my strength
simply overwhelmed her;
came the bubbles, the gurgling, that was it.

She slipped away quietly, floating from my grasp
into the deep.

She always liked the lake best, just when
an orange sun was going down, streams
of fiery rays through the tall pine trees.

Tonight, would be a quiet evening at home;
dining alone is fine by me.

indexI was born across the bridge from Boston, Massachusetts, in Cambridge, as July 4th fireworks exploded over the Charles River, just a stone’s throw from Harvard University. At age two, my family moved to Somerville, Ma.,where I was raised in a rough blue-collar environment, playing many sports. In 1998 I relocated to Las Vegas, Nevada. Here, I work among special needs children and teach martial arts. Poetry began in high school, but took off in a more dedicated way in later years, along with resuming music studies, guitar. My poems are published in various anthologies; including Impressions, Prism, and the Mighty Voices Of Thunder Series, sponsored by the international poetry website, “Allpoetry.” I was a featured poet in Lyrical Somerville February 2015, a Boston based publication, as well as being an “Editor’s Front Page Pick,” for the month of March 2016 on Allpoetry. A defining moment that contributed significantly to further interest in writing was a First Place Award from the International Poetry Fellowship, for my poem, “Among Fields of Cotton.” Presently, I am happy to have the opportunity to explore various forms of poetry with Mr. Bruce Isaacson, Poet Laureate of Clark County Nevada.

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