Swimming in My Dreams
Deep inside
a South
American jungle,
more fabulous than
the villas of the Medellin cartel,
a Mayan city still
thrives today.
Over plush green
plains,
ball-courts and temples
are delicately lain.
But most magnificent
of all; maker of legend and lore,
is her huge triangular
swimming pool
surrounded by huge
fluted pillars
and a neatly trimmed
hedge.
The shouts of the
bathing virgins
still echo in my
mind,
calling me in.
- J. J.
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