Tomorrow Maybe Love
With long, powerful movements,
she covers one yard after another,
swimming the breaststroke,
raises her head above the
surface, draws air, then
lowers it back down.
Weightless, timeless in the water,
alone in the swimming pool,
thoughts of him haunt,
murmur and whisper.
Uncertainty plagues,
like a toothache.
Amy Barry writes poems and short stories. Her poems have been published in anthologies, journals, and e-zines, in Ireland and abroad. Her poems have been read and shared over the radio in Australia, Canada and Ireland. She loves traveling. Trips to India, Nepal, China, Bali, Paris, Berlin have all inspired her work. When not inspired she plays Table Tennis.
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