1940s Stripe

 I stride to

the pool

on display, 

adjusting my

red bathing cap.

Summoning

the sass of

Gail Russell

and the 

Ethereal beauty

of Karin Booth.

Duration

meets the 

blue fountain 

of youth

as I let my

5 foot 9 

dive in. 

Dancing

the swim

of Esther Williams

as the water

instantly 

makes me

a famous 

star. 

It might

be my fiery

soul that 

burns

relentlessly. 

It might

be my 

bare shoulder

kissing

the sun.

But I think

its my

synchronized

routine that

gives me a

10 card

as I exit

the water.

The metals

are thrown

to my feet

from my

killer flutter kicks. 

While my

1940s stripe suit

still hold

the gaze 

and empowerment.