Monday, April 28, 2014

Dreaming Swamp

Stood on this rough
edge, wooden ledge
like a  dock edge kinda,
facing down into thick
green swamp, I undressed
to my underwear, there was no
temperature, in the shallow
swells of the pond I watched
egg yolks fry inside transparent
shells, I held my breath,
my father had gone before me,
had sunk to his knees (wearing
rubber boots), seemed to be alright,
pulling his weight through the sludge,
I didn't question why we were doing this,
I held my breath and
jumped in.

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