Zywa
Waves
School and home, everything
on this side of the river
discussed with friends
on the other bank
only sheep
no view
of gleaming roofs
a sweet old fairy
doing the laundry
or a boy
taking a dive
nothing special, but
still, tingles inside
which make me paddle and
for a minute, float, through waves
of excitement in my body
propelled by the chance
of overwhelming happiness
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