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Early-Afternoon Swim

                                                                  

 

Lunch, this sunny Monday,

Is yesterday's sumptuous homemade salmagundi soup

(Vegetable broth loaded with olive oil and garlic,

A richly textured admixture of Great Northern beans,

Chunky tomatoes, zucchinis, carrots,

And a generous portion of acini di pepe pasta),

Then fresh raspberries, blackberries, strawberries.

 

Next, I wander from my cabin, to the shore,

In nothing but my red jogging shorts,

And wade into the lake's sensual embodiment,

As if making slow, sweet, voluptuous love to it.

Its labial shallows envelop me, in their fluid element,

Invite me to penetrate deeper,

Exhort me to seek release, ecstasy, in its warm core.

 

But having walked a hundred feet out

And still not gotten my head, let alone chest, wet,

I immerse myself beneath the surface.

How refreshed, cleansed, purified my entire body feels —

Revitalized, energized, stimulated, young again,

As I was when only ten, at the boys' camp,

During "General Swim"s, in this very same water.

 

And though that was fifty-eight summers ago,

I do know that yesteryear and today

Are, inseparably, one and forever more,

Just as tomorrow will always be this very shore,

Below this warm, inviting cabin,

Beckoning me to dive into Lake Nebagamon,

Embrace it as it embraces me — inspired lovers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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