i watched two women watching a woman swim at the puddle shaped pool, it was like watching music with eyes closed.
With her cup paused midway in its way to her lips the woman at the third floor window watched the woman at the pool swim as though her body was being poured into water, and from the seventh floor window the woman in the house keeper's garb craned her neck and watched the woman at the pool swim as though she could bring her entire life to this moment. Someday as we thrash about gasping for breath, the woman with the cup, the woman in the housekeeper's garb and i will fish out this memory and swim through the day, so quit telling me it is not possible to see the woman who swam and the women who watched from my window.
