Summer 2010: a poem

The only swim of summer comes much too late
the water so cold it burns, turns frozen limbs to stone
the shock enough to stop weaker hearts than ours.

Your face is screwed up tight like a jar
as you scan the water for crocodiles
woman-child in a rubber ring
your half grown breasts seem borrowed
until you push the rubber ring away and swim.

We watch it float
the current trails off to a sigh;
Then, wordlessly
we dress before we’re dry.



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5 responses to “Summer 2010: a poem

  1. we dress before we dry brillaint

  2. Thanks 🙂 I guess we’ve all done that awkward dragging dry clothes over wet skin in a hurry thing!

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