voices behind me
coming down the trail
I had stripped to my underwear
feet dipped in cold green sky
sun still bearing down hard
my fingers over the edge of the dock
small green fish in god's tear drop
we had made the summit
we had run from the peak
there were five of us
I held my breath a moment
and there was nothing left
there was nothing to think
there was nothing to say
Joe jumped past me
but I didn't wait to hear the splash
I let the water catch
lift me up
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