Out of four that day, only I—
the pool floater—had the courage
to plunge into the ocean to swim.
I have been told to be wary of shark.
You are an ocean swimmer,
thriving in the deep dark water,
sleek body gliding below.
I stay at the translucent surface,
trembling when a fin flips
and a circle begins.
You rise from the depths.
I smile at your streamlined power
but flee from the Tahitian waters
to the safety of a boat, knowing
I swam with a shark for a little while.
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