Swim Team
Swim TeamFurrows of muscle appear along their graceful backs.
Hamstrings bulge as they take their mark, waiting for the blow of the whistle.
Moist bodies sparkle.
A watery cacophony ensues on swift legs and feet submerged,
as coaches voices rant and clatter urging their protégés onward.
Gliding as they pass, like seals, their lithe bodies swirl and reflect against the flow.
Approaching the turn-around, swish, a quiet shimmer, becomes a humming reverberation.
Young, energetic arms flash forth in robust semi-circles through the surface.
Heads bobbing, feet popping, performing a musical chorus.
A brawny beautiful business.
Shining, bursting splatter dash, kicking echos, thrashing crash.
It’s just the swim team whipping past.
-M. Jacobs
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