Naomi
Over the moon-
That was before it happened,
“We’re off to the pool!”
She dived off the kerb
And into the road,
Without looking. It was unlucky
That there was another swimmer,
Metal with wheels. She crossed its path.
She was left there
Floating on the black waters of concrete,
Swimming in the pool of blood.
Leaving us to
Drown in sorrow.
September 2001
R.S.
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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