He
reaches
the halfway
point, of the
swim, of the stroke, of
the pool, of his life, and he turns
at that point, and the turn
has a halfway point, too, when his
whole body flips underwater
and legs spring overhead, feet tuck
under to touch hips shift and arms spiral
torso around
back to front and push off from
wall, breath blown out through water
breaking surface and toes tingle to kick as
stroke continues the motion forward,
away from the halfway point into the rest
of his life, with joy and force he
releases his breath on the
left side, now
on the
right,
now
Nice!
I
really like
this one. Much!
Keep on Fibonacci-ing.
Don’t stop.
Don’t
stop.
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