Today I was watching an
insignificant film in which a
young girl traveling in Italy with her
Dad was swimming in a hotel
pool doing laps inside of the
20 foot bowl back and forth
and I started to
cry. Only in Italy do they have
hotel pools carved out of marble
lipped with travertine, lined with
Carrera, filled with the water of
Aquaducts and baptizing tears.
I saw my daughter at 12, a swimming
minnow,
Black haired and glistening, and I
remember promising her we
would return with her
daughter to a pool in Italy
someday. I wonder if anything
I promised will come true…
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