Nostalgia
Hits me again
Like a thirst
in the back of my throat
that I cannot whet.
Soothed only by
Clear, crisp water
Over round river rocks
And minnows gasping
For air on the hot
white
Limestone.
The clearest lake
I have ever seen
All the way to the bottom
In pure unfiltered moonlight.
All the times I have swam
Naked
Lovely and delightful
Among the fibrous fingers
of the Cyprus trees.
The Devil’s Watering Hole
Deep
dark
blue
Pulling leeches
From the dam wall.
I
Really
really
really
want
to do that again.
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