"I'm drowning!", you shout,
and I throw you a life preserver.

you look it over calmly,
appreciatively,

and then turn back to me

and tell me
"I can't believe I fell into this lake -
how stupid was that?!"

and I tell you it's not important --
just grab the ring.

and you tell me
"I probably deserve this anyway."

I row out to you in my little boat
and tell you
"just give me your hand!"

and you say:
"I'll be cold if I get out --
I bet I could learn to breathe water
if I tried harder."

I grab onto your collar,
trying forcefully to save you
and you wriggle out of my grasp,
worried that I'll tear your new shirt

and I finally row back toward the shore.

"where are you going," you demand,
"can't you see I'm drowning?"

07/16/2009

Posted on 07/16/2009
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