We're Swimming

This was me playing with repetition. Also, the short images used by Beckman were intriguing, so I wanted to play with that too. I was too scared to share it last night, after how good everyone elses poems were, but here it is.

We're Swimming
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Your long legs
Like push pops
Sweaty swingsets
The sun rising; combusting
Your father's loveseat
Your father's countenance

That long countenance
It doesn't really say anything
It writes folk songs
It wears flower in it's hair
It holds mixing bowls right to it's cheek
So it can hear it's heart beat

The painful heartbeat counts
The footsteps of it's tenants
It listens to the fuzzy
scalp of an earthworm

Embarrasingly ignorant of the painful earthworm
Swimming in the rain