Not a dive’s precision arc.
Instead a lemming run and plunge,
oblivious to depth,
temperature, whether
water’s in the pool.
Cynics shake their heads.
“Only a fool…” they say.
“Yes, yes!” I answer,
and drop my towel.
-Sarah Russell
First published in Shot Glass Journal
Photo: “Splash” by Upsplash
P.S. Celebrating 200+ followers. Thanks, Everybody!!
Sarah Russell Poetry 
What a lovely little poem to wake up to, here in Australia on a cold Sunday morning.
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Yes, it’s your winter, isn’t it. Where are you in Australia?
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Way down the Southern part of Australia, Geelong, in the State of Victoria, if you Melbourne, about an a hour south of there, haha, and at 1.00am I’m still snuggled up in bed, and my little dog Lily , also hasn’t made a move yet.😐
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Absolutely lovely, Sarah!
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Thanks, Al!
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that’s my style, too ) happy 200 and here’s to many more )
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Aw, thanks! Love this blog format!
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Haha! Celebratory write. Not a precision arc… but high marks on the dive anyway!
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Yup. Thanks, Charley.
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Such spirit! I love the attitude of this poem.
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Thanks, Jeren. It was a fun one to write!
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Lovely poem!
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Thanks, Ayala!
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