At Thirty
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At thirty, I fled from my life
in a hailstorm and firestorm, into what
I termed ‘the big rest’,
unpacked at my mother’s house,
slept in my sister’s bed,
signed up to swim at the Y, swam twice
daily, in the mornings
with patients doing recovery exercises
in the shallow end,
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