You frown: “You’d let people drown.”
They grin: “But you’d save us, right?”
Winks fly like beach balls in July.
Hair flips, giggles, straps sliding off shoulders.
The drills collapse into a photo shoot.
Suddenly, it’s you under inspection.










You frown: “You’d let people drown.”
They grin: “But you’d save us, right?”
Winks fly like beach balls in July.
Hair flips, giggles, straps sliding off shoulders.
The drills collapse into a photo shoot.
Suddenly, it’s you under inspection.









