It was summer; we were little,
My friend’s name was Sal.
We played, minding our own business,
When her dad called her to the side of the pool.
He reached across to her, picking her up by her arms
And dropped her into the water.
She couldn’t swim
And he had decided, at that moment to surprise her
And have her learn.
I stood by the edge and watched her sink.
It was beautiful.
She was so resigned to the fate
She sank slowly; the water bubbled lightly,
Her eyes wide open as down she went.
The pool seemed infinitely deep.
Her hair floated like snakes around her head
Her hands outstretched so sadly, pleading
Goodbye. I remember thinking goodbye.
Her father reached into the water
And plucked her out, back into the air.
Sal took some deep breaths
Lightly coughing- but quiet
Well behaved and accepting.
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