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Title : LEARNING TO SWIM
by Peggy. G . Akhdi
Ducked by a big kid in the Fox Point
when I was 5,
screamy green
and terror
that I’d never find the air.
It took me forever to find the air.
First attempt,
the pool at Milwaukee Normal School.
all girls in bathing caps
going kick-kick with their paddleboards.
I never left the edge.
Mr.Kluge, the grey-hair-chested instructor,
told my mother how well I was doing.
At camp
in the beginners’end,
the warm brown lake
a Councillor with long honey hair a black breast-less bathing-suit.
Her name was woody.
Most of the kids didn’t like her
because she was quiet and strict.
Every day she held me
gently under my stomach
`til I could get the feel of floating alone.
Howie,
in charge of Camp craft,
kinky brown hair
and no makeup,
she had a cross-eyed adopted daughter
all the girls made fun of.
One evening during dessert,
image of my brother and sister at home
on the swings in sunlight,
Howie heard the first sob
and hurried me out of the dining hall,
took me for a cry
beside the rowboat dock.
During parents’ weekend,
the swimming demonstration,
Mom and Dad in the audience,
Mother said
I looked lovely in my bathing-suit,
Dad said my sidestroke
seemed very smooth.
by Peggy. G . Akhdi 1996
