Happiness. It's relative.
In my mind’s eye
I run, leap, stretch my arms
Lean muscle, hurling myself
Into a brown river, slicing
Like an arrow shot from my brother’s bow
I forget the self waiting
Plaid shorts and halter top
Worried the river held fish
That would slide against my legs
Unseen
It’s a boy diving, I see his shorts
His friend waits behind him
It’s a statue of other people, not me
Though I could have been them
Had I known to be brave
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“The Young Swimmers,” by James F. Hopfensperger
Marinette, Wisconsin
I guess we are all brave in some ways.
This is excellent!
Oh, thank you.
What genius created that duo?
Thank you for asking! I try to be careful about not using photos/art without attribution and here I did just that. So I looked up the artist and added his name to the post.
I love this, Jan.
Luckily, you are brave in other ways, Jan.