The exhilaration of a short distance swimmer.
The water is so green as to be nearly opaque.
I am so keen to be in the water, I have to remind myself to
remove my sunglasses.
Across a salt-water pool, red leaf, the lads are
calling to each other.
Breathless I surface, to see the raft still a few strokes
away:
I breast stroke to the ladder.
Beneath the weathered wood a view of water lapping hues of
green on green sounds through the algae and rust.
Later, I see a fish here, clearly alive and beautiful in the dusk
brine.
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