Happy People

By Jennifer K. Sweeney

They do have one blue secret.
It’s about gravity.
They don’t much care for it.
The way it can clod a life
with freight.
And their eyes—
why not over here today
poised across a rib?
No wet marbles.
No inquisition.
Just saying the word turquoise
is to swim it.
See how easily they lean in,
come toward.
The liquid body buoyed
along that sail of air.

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