Let’s go swimming. The beach, the basin, and the bay
Are filled with quiet water. You’ll make a splash
When that pink thing, the one you’ve worn all day,
Reducing smirking manhood to ash,
Is replaced by your yellow swimsuit—
Charming in ratio to the brutes it makes mute.
Let’s go swimming. We’ll plunge into the eye
Of yesterday’s seeing, for yesterday we saw
Myriad sunsets setting along a ridge of suns. Fly,
To heights, where below has no more flaw.
Fly. You’ll never want to swim again, true;
Freedom of blue sky cures affection for that other blue.