Lone child splashes
In a kiddie pool
Green and red.
I hunger to join
Her, in a pocka-dot
Bikini with my tummy
Sticking out, letting
My fingers and
Toes go fish-belly
White. Instead,
I take a bite
From my peanut butter and
Banana sandwich and tell
Her that crocodiles eat
Children that stray out
Too far.
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