Leaving uncertainty for palm trees

I swim above my phantom
in salt water,
but I'm the weightless one
and above me,
doves and dragonflies
hum blue
choosing the direction of life
with their wings.
I know things —
no more suspended place 
meet me at the rustling leaves
with all the movement 
of forwards
and lightness
of answer.



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