Poetry Journal April 8, 2024
We swam like fish naked to the gills
That summer prior to my going into the army,
A girl I met dragging me to a narrow river
That had built an empire,
A waterway where generations of my family
Swam long before I knew about it
We floating in the shallow water
Under the roadway bridge
And the bridges that fed the rail line
All grass-covered now as it was
When we swam, that girl hinting
At more pleasant things
if I only did this one thing with her,
and I did, yet later settling for a kiss
as she floated away,
I don’t recall her name,
Only the shape of her rising out of the river
On the far side, a nymph whose spell
I’m still under
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